The temple boy in the temple of the mountain temple of Jieguang Mountain almost vomited blood in anger on the spot.

He paced back and forth angrily, thinking in his heart how to return the color, but although he had a bad temper, he was still inexperienced enough when it came to the experience of scolding people on the street, and the number of times was less.

suffered a loss that was too sincere.

Miao Zhudao sighed shortly, blaming himself for being beautiful and kind-hearted, and he seemed to be a bully, otherwise how could that young swordsman be so unreasonable and covet the "Hug Puzi" he borrowed from Lord Shanjun?

Li Zijin clasped his hands in his sleeves, just looked at the head of the ball in front of him, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing, lingering next to the incense burner, his face full of melancholy.

After thinking about it, Miao Zhu Tongzi felt that he couldn't just be so cheap, since he couldn't talk about him, he just did it.

Kick that unreasonable fellow out of the mountain temple and give him a little color!

The head of the ball was really angry from his heart, and he was angry with his heart, and he rolled up his sleeves as if he was going to do something with the young swordsman.

Li Zijin raised his eyebrows, what are you doing, you can't say that you can't do it, so you have to use your fists and feet, is there a temple like you?

The young swordsman was slandered in his heart, but his body retreated.

He's already a barefoot guy, and he's still afraid that he won't be able to do it with a shoeed temple?!

The atmosphere was a little anxious, and the surrounding pilgrims suddenly felt bad, and some people had dispersed one after another, avoiding them, for fear that they would be affected by this unwarranted disaster and end up half-paralyzed.

As soon as the pilgrims dispersed, standing under the golden body of the mountain god, the young swordsman and the temple blessing Taoist next to the incense burner really seemed to have been vacated by the people around them, as if they couldn't do it now.

The temple wished the boy to take the lead in attacking, took the book "Hug Puzi" into his arms, took a step, condensed the aura in his palm, and slapped the shoulder of the black-shirted young man with one palm, intending to capture him.

Li Zijin squinted, took a step sideways with his left foot, his body did not retreat but advanced, leaning forward slightly, so that his shoulders and the grappling hand "passed by", and then he waved his sleeves suddenly, his sleeves swayed, and his sleeve robe hunted and approached.

Seeing that the young man stretched out his hand, he was about to turn against the guest and take away the ancient book from the temple wish boy's short arms, but the temple boy rolled on the spot, dodged a blow with dexterity, and rolled behind the incense burner.

Dao scolded short-breathed: "If it weren't for the face of the mountain god Niangniang, this temple would have kicked over the incense burner and kicked you in the head!"

The young swordsman in black and red had a cold expression, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Tong Zidao was dumbfounded, and the onlookers were amazed, they didn't expect that the young young swordsman was still a martial arts master?

How else could he have such speed?

There was no time to be surprised, that Miao Zhu knew that he was underestimating the enemy, looked down on the "melon and donkey head", secretly mentioned a wisp of aura in the sea, poured into his feet, and suddenly felt that his body was as light as a swallow, and he stepped on the incense burner twice, and jumped on the beam of the house with the help of strength.

He was just about to be complacent, but who would have expected that the black clothes that would appear behind the incense burner just a moment ago would flash again, and his body would be uncertain, and he would already squat on the beam of the room, looking at him with a smile.

The young man stretched out a hand to the Miao Zhu boy and said, "I didn't expect that Lord Miaozhu likes to play hide and seek, and I have been playing with you for so long, and there is no merit and hard work, so it's okay to borrow the ancient books in your arms in the next time?" ”

Li Zijin read books when he was young, and he didn't forget it, but he was at least able to read ten lines at a glance, read quickly, even if he couldn't remember the whole page of text, he only had to remember the key points, and then connect with the scattered context in his mind, and became the whole content of the film and explained the meaning in detail.

So he only begged the temple boy to take a look at him.

It sounds a little absurd, but for the current teenagers, reading books can really survive.

The temple Zhu Dao had a non-negotiable expression on his face, and instead jumped off the beam of the house and ran out.

Who knew that when he ran to the gate of the mountain temple out of breath, he found that the young swordsman in a black shirt was leaning against the door frame, waiting for him to run "slowly" with his arms folded.

Dao Short was not convinced, turned his head and ran to the hundred-year-old ginkgo tree in the mountain temple, only to run five or six steps, then he saw the branch of the ginkgo tree, the young man hanging upside down with a golden hook, arms around his chest, looking at himself like that.

And because the boy was hanging upside down, the emerald long sword that was on his back came out of its sheath on its own, slipped into the air, and finally plunged into the dirt and stopped in front of the boy of the temple.

Dao Short was about to cry to that person's anger, and suddenly felt that a few drops of crystal began to swirl in his eyes.

Since he called this temple and gave the temple blessing to the mountain god Niangniang, he has never suffered such grievances.

It has always been his temple that walks sideways, who would have thought that today in his own territory, a young man from a foreign country came out of nowhere, and bullied himself in front of so many people.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, the more uncomfortable I thought, and while thinking about it like this, I cried out with a "wow" from the head of the ball.

The young man hanging upside down on the ginkgo branch was stunned and said, "Hey, don't cry······"

Li Zijin let go of his feet, his body jumped in the air, the whole person turned upside down, landed smoothly, and pulled out the Cuiqu sword from the ground.

The head of the ball jumped back in fright, and exclaimed, "You, you, what do you want to do?!"

Li Zijin casually wrapped the Cuiqu sword around his head, inserted it back into the scabbard, and said angrily: "This is an accident, I don't want to scare you." ”

Who knew that the boy actually cried again, pointed to the black-shirted young man and said, "The devil believes you, bad person, liar, bully······"

In the distance, the golden body of the mountain god, which was located in the main hall of the mountain temple, "blinked".

A gust of wind blew, rustling the golden ginkgo biloba leaves that had fallen to the ground.

The ground was full of gold, as if blown over by the gust of wind, and rolled into the pond under the ginkgo tree, covering the pond with a layer of gold.

The leaves woke up.

Li Zijin was stunned, and then the tall figure that suddenly appeared next to the boy in the temple wished him, arched his hand, bowed, and saluted, "I've seen the mountain god Niangniang." ”

The surrounding pilgrims, one by one, were excited, and even some of them were devout, kneeling down to the mountain king who showed his true body, holding the incense in his hand high above his head, and shouting: "The mountain king has appeared, please bless the mountain king······"

"Ask the mountain king to bless the little girl and get a noble son. ”

"I beg the mountain to bless my husband with a smooth career. ”

"Ask the mountain gentleman to bless the two elders in the family to be in good health. ”

"Ask the mountain king to bless ······"

A temple of the mountain of Cutting Light Mountain, suddenly the incense is great.

I don't know if it's the beauty of heaven or the manifestation of the mountain god, at this moment, a wisp of neon condensed on the mountain temple.

The people of the mortal world, seeing this wonderful scene in the mountains, are even more convinced of the mountain god Niangniang of Jieguang Mountain.

The gods appeared, and the mortals knelt down.

In these scattered mortal words, there are some requests, some demands.

Asking for one is smaller than the smallest, and more is to wish the family peace and joy, and nothing is a blessing.

It is required that one is bigger than the other, the official must be the county order, the county order must be too guarded, the too shou wants to be Langzhong, and Langzhong is vain to be the prime minister.

I can't say, the former Langzhong, who has become the prime minister, may still want to be the emperor, but after becoming the emperor, it is difficult to say whether he wants to dominate the world.

Maybe there are also emperors who have succeeded in dominating the world, and in the end they still want to live forever for thousands of generations.

The world has thousands of wishes, many requests, and few requests.

The lives of the mortal people are thinner than paper, and their hearts are higher than the sky.

The Ruler of the Mountain, who rarely appeared in the mountain temple, saw everything in his eyes, smiled without saying a word, and his body was shining with golden light, and his expression was radiant.

After Shanjun appeared, the temple wished the boy Dao Short hurriedly shrank behind her, grabbed one of the petals of Shanjun's dress, and a little golden light seeped out from his fingers.

Dao Short said with a face full of grievances: "Mountain God Niangniang, Mountain God Niangniang, you can figure it out, you don't know, I'm going to kill that melon donkey's head!"

Li Zijin was dumbfounded, looked at the lying Miao Zhu boy, and laughed angrily: "Hey, why are you spewing blood, I just want to borrow your book to take a look, why did I almost kill you?" There are so many pairs of eyes watching, don't you wronged a good person." ”

The temple Zhu Dao turned his head angrily, glared at the onlookers viciously, and asked, "Hey, you say, have I wronged him?"

Everyone looked at the young man, and then at the temple zhu who was hiding behind the mountain king.

The former is a little-known foreigner, nothing more than kung fu with fists and feet, and may be just a martial arts master.

The latter is the temple lord who has been cutting Guangshan for many years, watching the incense of the entire mountain temple, and taking care of the tedious affairs of the mountain temple.

In line with the principle of helping relatives and not helping people, everyone shook their heads in unison.

"No, no, Lord Miaozhu didn't wronged him, the stranger just wanted to kill Lord Miaozhu. ”

"Yes, yes, where did the foreigner dare to hurt people in broad daylight, folks, let's quickly drive him out of the mountain temple, don't let that stranger defile the eyes of the mountain god!"

"Well said!"

There was malice in their words towards a stranger.

It seems that he is really a great evil person who has committed a great crime and brought disaster to the country and the people, if he didn't shout and kill the young man, it seems that these people will feel indebted to the temple in their hearts.

In their hearts, owing the temple blessing is equivalent to owing the mountain god.

If they owe the mountain god Niangniang, can the mountain god Niangniang still protect them and help them realize their wishes?

Of course not.

Therefore, compared with owing the temple blessing of Jieguang Mountain and the god of Jieguang Mountain, people feel that they still choose to owe a nameless junior, a young man from a foreign country, and come lightly.

Li Zijin stood in place, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but there was some bitterness in his heart.

He clearly didn't make a move on that Miao Zhu, let alone wanted to kill the other party, from beginning to end, the young man just blocked Miao Zhu's way.

If he said that he did something wrong, it did, and he shouldn't pester the temple boy and want to borrow books to read.

But if because of this, it would be really biased to give the boy a heinous hat, saying that he was a murderer, and that he planned to dare to commit murder against a mountain temple in broad daylight.

Miaozhu lied, he knew it, and the people who were watching also knew it.

But when everyone stands up and accuses a person, it no longer matters whether what they are saying is a lie or not.

At this moment, just because the boy is on the opposite side of the temple is a mistake.

He is wrong and should not be on the opposite side of power.

When many people rushed to the black-shirted young swordsman's side, they didn't dare to get too close, after all, they had seen him shoot before, and they knew that this person was extraordinary.

However, relying on the large number of people, there are still people who have a heart and plan to add a handful of firewood to the stove.

Seeing that those people had already surrounded Li Zijin, they were about to throw him out of the mountain temple.

The mountain god Niangniang, who had not said a word from beginning to end, finally opened her lips lightly.

Her voice was soft, but not angry, and she slowly spoke, "Everyone. ”

Just two words, light and clever, but it is these two words that are light and clever, and the power is better than the thousand words of the young man who is surrounded by the group.

No matter how much an unknown person says, it may not be as useful as a cough from a person in a position of power.

This is also why, in the same way, when the government and the opposition officials say it, it is a wise saying, and the villagers in the countryside do not dare to agree when they say it.

They live in the same world, but that world is divided into countless worlds by power, force, and wealth.

In the Great Thousand Worlds, you and I are all part of the countless small worlds that make up the Great Thousand Worlds, which are insignificant and not worth mentioning.

The flowers bloom the linden tree, and the shadow falls on the willow branches.

Although the beautiful scenery is good, it is not enough to comfort mortals.

Only climbing, climbing step by step, to that higher place, is the vision in the hearts of the world.

This is true for the people on the mountain, and the same is true for the people under the mountain.

The mountain god Niangniang said "everyone" and shouted to stop everyone's movements.

Including the young man who seemed to be involuntarily unable to help himself, everyone turned their eyes to the mountain god Niangniang, who was covered in golden light.

Thinking of looking at her more, you can be contaminated with a bit of fairy energy, and from then on, your wealth will be prosperous and your career will be promoted.

However, thinking can really only be just thinking.

The mountain gentleman of Jieguang Mountain smiled and said: "I already know the ins and outs, and I will deal with this matter, and I don't bother you." ”

Before the words fell, there was already a thin-skinned guy, blushing slightly, and when he looked at the young swordsman again, a trace of insignificant guilt rose in his heart, and he turned out of the crowd.

The people who were the first to shout to drive the foreign boy out of the mountain temple also fell silent and turned to leave.

As if nothing had happened, those who put on incense continue to make incense, and those who wish continue to make vows.

And those who neither incense nor wish to return their vows, after watching a good show, also dispersed.

The world, no matter how big it is, as long as it doesn't fall on you, you won't know that it hurts.

After everyone dispersed, Miao Zhu Tongzi had something to say, but the mountain god lady only glanced at him lightly, and Miao Zhu closed his mouth with interest and stopped tossing.

Li Zijin said slowly: "Xie Shan Shen Niangniang will relieve the siege below." ”

The Cutting Light Mountain Monarch quietly moved away, avoiding the young swordsman's move, shook his head and said, "If the sword cultivator really moves, how can these ordinary people stop it." ”

Li Zijin pondered for a moment and said, "In short, it is indeed rude in the first place, causing trouble to the mountain god Niangniang." I'm going to take my leave. ”

With that, he turned around and walked towards the gate of the mountain temple.

When passing by the mountain god Niangniang and the temple to wish the boy, the boy Dao Short also used the body of the mountain god Niangniang to bypass Li Zijin's sight and dare not look directly at him.

"Wait. ”

The mountain god of Qiguang Mountain suddenly stopped the foreign boy.

Li Zijin turned around and looked at her inexplicably.

The mountain god Niangniang lowered her head and glared at the temple Zhu Daotong, who reluctantly took out the book "Hug Puzi" from her arms. The mountain god Niangniang stretched out a hand, and the jade finger was in the air twice, and the ancient book in the palm of the short hand flew to the direction of Li Zijin on its own, and finally hovered in front of the young man.

"People just want to borrow a book to see, why do you want to cherish yourself so much?" After the mountain god Niangniang finished teaching the Taoist child, she turned to Li Zijin and smiled: "The book is useless, if no one reads it, it will be just a silent white paper and black words, which has no meaning." Because people read it, the words in the book become useful. This "Hug Puzi", you can take it. And don't be obsessed with what you just look at, it's okay to look at it for a few more days. ”

The young man did not reach out for the ancient book for the first time, but sincerely respectfully bowed to the mountain god Niangniang again, and said gratefully: "Thank you, the mountain king." ”

After that, he held the ancient book in his hand and carefully carried it into his arms, as if he had found a treasure.

She smiled, "No thanks. Heaven and earth are very big, there are many Dao methods, what kind of mountain monarch, I am just a cultivator like you qi refiners. The road is long, the fairy road is lonely and cold, if you and I don't hug each other for warmth, maybe we will freeze to death before dawn. ”

This mountain monarch is different from the mountain gods he has seen.

The young man was blessed with a heart, and finally nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to the other side.

The mountain goddess looked up at her towering Cutting Light Mountain, with steep cliffs on the left and right sides, and the two peaks set off each other and opposed each other. The left peak is called Lone Han, and the right peak is called Heating.

There is a low peak in the middle, located between the twin peaks, not above the clouds, but the aura is extremely abundant, called Nirvana.

When the sun rises and the moon sets, the sunlight and the moonlight pass through the Cutting Light Mountain, and the light will be blocked by the lonely cold and heating twin peaks on the left and right, and the light cannot shine on the people on this side of the mountain.

It is only because the small mountain in the middle that is more than one end shorter than the twin peaks makes it possible for a ray of light to shine through the flowers and trees on this side of the mountain.

The twin peaks are like scissors, the low peaks are cut, and the sun, moon and stars just fall, so the name is cut light.

Seeing that the young man was planning to go to his own Jieguang Mountain, the mountain god of Jieguang Mountain reminded again: "If you plan to practice on the mountain, the left and right twin peaks are not the best places to go, and the short mountain in the middle is an excellent piece of land for my Jieguang Mountain." ”

The young man didn't look back, raised his hand high, and waved his hand casually, indicating that he knew.

A wild goose in the air, with a long roar, flew over the mountain temple and took the lead to the low peak called Nirvana in the middle of the Cutting Light Mountain.

The wild goose that the monk had transformed said to himself: "It is easy to know, but it is difficult to know the 'Tao'." The artistic conception of this peak is close to my Buddhism, so it is better to ······"

The woman who stood at the door of the mountain temple raised her head, and her eyes swept over the wild geese that swept through the sky, thoughtfully.

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The hiking trail of Cheguang Mountain is often frequented, so even in such a season, it is not desolate.

Because the incense of the mountain temple is prosperous, the people within a radius of 100 miles are more or less blessed by the mountain god Niangniang, knowing that this Jieguang Mountain is the residence of the mountain monarch, so there are often people who want to see the mountain monarch's face for a time to climb the mountain to view the scenery.

The name of the king of the mountain is Ruoyi, the only surname is a king, in the early years was the daughter of the famous royal family of the Fusang Dynasty, and the parents were all officials in the court, in a high position, Langzhong, Shangshu, Taifu, all have.

was born in that scholarly family, so Wang Ruoyi has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he is always like entering and leaving Zhilan's room.

Such a weak woman should not have been, and could not, become a mountain god and guard a side of the landscape for the Fusang Dynasty.

It is important to know that if you want to become a mountain god, there are only two ways.

One is the charm of plants and trees attached to a mountain range, which has been practiced for a long time, opened the spiritual aura, and passed the mind, and over time, those grass and tree spirits are bound to each other with the qi of a mountain range, you have me, I have you, regardless of each other.

After that, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and plants and trees may become part of that mountain range, and that mountain range has also become a part of the grass and tree spirit.

Gradually, the "personality" was refined.

And in this way, most of the mountain spirits and wild monsters who have become half of the mountain gods have not been awarded the title of the secular dynasty, and their names are not correct and their words are not good.

However, there will still be local people who rely on the mountains to make "mountain temples" for these mountain spirits and wild monsters, and such mountain temples are not recognized by the secular dynasty in the boundary where the mountain range is located.

Such mountain temples are collectively called "obscene shrines".

Among the obscene shrines, in addition to the unjustifiable names, which are neither recognized by the hundred immortal genealogies controlled by the heavenly officials, nor accepted by the secular dynasties in the realm where they are located, all the things that are possessed in the orthodox mountain temples are also found in the obscene shrines.

There are incense, incense burners, "mountain god golden body", ancestral plaques, shrines, temple blessings······

You name it, you name it.

And these mountain spirits and wild monsters who are admired by the locals, who are almost equivalent to half of the mountain gods, can still rely on their own cultivation realm to satisfy the "little wishes" of those ordinary people.

It's just that most of the mountain spirits and wild monsters enshrined in the obscene shrine are unpredictable, and good and evil are at will.

They act perversely, and they do things according to their mood.

may have just helped a poor scholar who traveled at night and went to Beijing to take the exam yesterday, lighting up the mountain and forest trails and illuminating the road ahead. But tomorrow, because of a bad mood, a casual pat, a child from a field village in the village had a serious illness.

This is the first way to become a mountain god in the world - the charm of plants and trees, and it is difficult to achieve positive results by attaching to the cultivation of mountains and rivers.

The second way to become a mountain god is to be human.

The Qi refining soldiers on the mountain can be reincarnated, and they can go to the Ghost Gate of the Underworld on their own to reincarnate as a human being.

The mortal body of the ordinary man under the mountain will die, and the soul will temporarily exist in the water and soil, waiting for the black and white impermanence to rise from the underworld to the yang world, detain the soul, take away the soul of the person, and go to the underworld.

If the soul of a mortal is temporarily stored in the yang world, that person can obtain the secular dynasty of the realm where he was alive, and he can become a god of mountains and rivers, sitting in a side of the mountains and rivers, and maintaining the luck of mountains and rivers.

If you have to be canonized after death, the secular dynasty needs to build a landscape temple to shape a golden body for it, and the canonized landscape gods can enjoy the incense of the world, and according to the different ranks, they can realize the wishes of different mental powers.

Come to the temple of mountains and rivers to incense, pious people who make wishes, the wishes need to pass the three levels of heaven, earth and man before they can be fulfilled.

The heavenly pass, that is, the god who "has a god three feet above his head", does not exceed the "rules" set by the saints of the three religions, and he is considered to have passed the heavenly pass.

Diguan, that is, the rank and cultivation of the gods of the mountains and rivers sitting on one side of the landscape can be done, and it is not a thing that hurts the heavens and reason. I passed the test.

The human pass, that is, whether the person who made the wish is sincere or not, whether the request will be contaminated with the cause and effect of others, if it is sincere, not contaminated with the cause and effect of others, then it will pass the human pass.

And through the secular dynasty of the realm where he was alive, the soul of the person who was enshrined as a god of mountains and rivers will no longer be detained by the lower realm.

It's just that the soul of a human being, unlike a spirit, is difficult to exist in the yang world for a long time, so the person who has been named the righteous god of the mountains and rivers needs to polish out two golden bodies and endure a pain that ordinary people can hardly bear.

One of the golden bodies, which is worthy of the name, was sent by the secular dynasty in the boundary of the territory to send officials who specialize in enshrined the gods of mountains and rivers to visit a mountain and water to build a mountain temple to supervise the construction of the mansion, and sent a nomad to build a mountain temple, and at the same time create a complete mountain god golden body in the temple.

The other "golden body" of the mountain god means that the soul that is about to officially become the god of mountains and rivers in the secular dynasty needs to endure the pain of "forming and standing upright", and with the soul of a mortal, it bears the luck of one side of the mountains and rivers, and slowly accommodates the luck of one side of the mountains and rivers in every part of the soul.

And that person's soul needs to be "opened", "cut meat", cut and reduced, and in the end, only about 30% of the original weight can be left.

If you want to become the soul of the god of the landscape, you have three points of your own soul and seven points of mountain and water luck.

Once the shape is established, from then on, the number of people will be the same as the mountains and rivers.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

This kind of soul pain is like a thousand knives cut on the heart, cutting the heart into pieces, like Ling Chi.

And the soul relieves pain, hitting the heart, thousands of times more painful than the pain of the body, teaching people to never forget.

Therefore, most of the gods of mountains and rivers in the world who have been enshrined by secular dynasties are mostly military generals before their deaths.

There are also civil officials, but the requirements for their minds are as high as those of saints.

This is also the place where Wang Ruoyi was clearly a weak woman full of books during her lifetime, but in the end she was able to become the god of the Fusang Dynasty, which surprised the world.

In this way, if you become a god of mountains and rivers, you will be in the "establishment" of the secular dynasty, and the name is justified, and the hundred immortal genealogy that can be mastered by the heavenly officials will be recorded in the book, and all kinds of merits before and after death will be used as a reference by the heavenly officials in charge of the mortal gods when the avenue can be expected in the future.

Refer to the mortal gods, whether they are qualified to ascend to the immortal realm, achieve a great creation, and promote the true god.

This is also the reason why the mountain god lady of Qiguang Mountain said to Li Zijin "You and I are both cultivators".

Mortals, qi refiners, gods of mountains and rivers, plants and trees, flowers, birds, fish and insects, birds and beasts.

Everything in the world, one counts as one, all of them are ants under the avenue, looking up at the sky and wanting to climb high.

And in the underworld, whether it is the Heavenly Dao who controls the number of lives of all things, or the Heavenly Official who ignores the common people and controls the path of the mortal gods to heaven.

They are just condescending, looking at the world coldly.

Just like the people in the mountain temple, who look at a young man from a foreign country with cold eyes.

In the eyes of Heaven, you and I are both "strangers".

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A black-shirted emerald sword, a jade plaque hanging from his waist, a wine gourd in his hand, and a pale paper figure who likes to play with fire stands on his shoulder.

In the moonlight, the teenager climbed the mountain.

Standing halfway up the mountain, Li Zijin looked back more than once.

I remembered that last spring, when I was still on the run, I was on the top of an unnamed mountain and looked back at Yunxia Mountain.

It seems that the old people and stories are left in yesterday after that glance.

Time has passed, and the teenager who entered the Peiyuan realm looked at himself yesterday and seemed to have always been like a mountain.

Climbing higher step by step, occasionally looking back, the scenery behind him seems to have never changed, only his own state of mind.

Recalling his mountaineering scenes, the person who accompanied him at first was Su Hu, and later the person who accompanied him was Hong Shao.

Now by his side is the pale paper man who "plays with fire and burns himself".

The goddess of the Cutting Light Mountain, who is as beautiful as a fairy, smiled and said that the fairy road is lonely and cold, in fact, it is right to think about it carefully.

Why do people so painstakingly want to live forever?

Maybe it's because he was buried under the loess after death, and it was too lonely and cold.

How can there be no one to accompany you?

I don't know what time it is, the young man only knows that the moonlight in his eyes is already higher than the branches, hiding behind the clouds, if he is about to leave.

Li Zijin finally climbed the low peak in the middle of the Cutting Light Mountain, and the mountain gentleman said that this place was called Nirvana Peak.

I don't know what it has to do with Buddhism?

Just when the young man suddenly came out of his mind, a temple appeared out of thin air on the cliff in front of him.

Li Zijin rubbed his eyes, was he dazzled?

Convinced that there was a temple there, the boy walked slowly towards it.

Come to the temple and look up, the plaque hangs high "Hanging Temple", take a closer look, the Hanging Temple is worthy of its name, inlaid between the steep cliffs, exquisitely clear, like a relief, the edges and corners are distinct, extremely eye-catching.

If you look at it from a distance, the Hanging Temple is like a big peng spreading its wings, and it is ready to fly in the air.

Li Zijin approached the Hanging Temple and saw the left and right sides, which were similar to the scenery of the mountain temple at the foot of Na Jiguang Mountain.

In addition to the hundred-year-old ginkgo, there is a pond on the left and right sides, and there are fish in the pond, melodious and chasing the waves.

Although the pond is small, there is a curved stone bridge on the pond, I don't know if the people who built this temple want to secretly fit the elegance of the "small bridge and flowing water".

After the fireworks, the young man saw the stone stele, and the stone tablet inscription "Don't hear the rooster and the dog bark".

Li Zijin was dumbfounded, how could he see a family language in this Buddhist temple?

It's not a mistake.

There was a barefoot monk, walking quietly, came to the autumn pool, and said with a smile: "The little benefactor came late at night, but he wanted to stay in the Hanging Temple at night?"

The young man turned around quickly, thinking that he had collided with some goblin in this deep mountain and old forest, and he never wanted to look up and see a barefoot monk, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, holding Buddhist beads, looking at himself.

Li Zijin was stunned, and the barefoot monk said with a smile: "Don't panic, the little benefactor, the poor monk is the abbot of this hanging temple, and the law is called the cloud." From the side hall, the poor monk saw the little benefactor standing in front of the door, so he came here to ask. ”

The young man hurriedly folded his hands and said respectfully to the barefoot monk: "In Xia Li Zijin, a person from Canggeng Prefecture, I have seen the abbot. ”

Liyun nodded and smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed it weakly, "This Hanging Temple is only lived by me and my apprentice, and the little donor doesn't have to be restrained." ”

The barefoot monk turned his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and at the entrance of the hall, a small novice appeared out of thin air, knocking on the wooden fish, doing his homework.

Liyun pointed to the little novice and said, "Little donor, you see, that's my apprentice, forget your worries." ”

Xiao Shami, who was transformed by the mana of the barefoot monk, put down the wooden fish, suddenly got up, turned around and folded his hands towards Li Zijin, saluted, and said softly: "Master Li." ”

Li Zijin immediately returned the salute.

Then he answered Yun's question, and the young man said: "Master Yun, I can't hide it, the younger generation plans to practice in this Jieguang Mountain, and indeed he wants to stay on this Nirvana Peak for some time. ”

Li Zijin still said lightly, to be precise, he needs to break through the Jindan realm here, or find a way to prolong his life.

Either way, it's not something that can be solved by "staying for some time".

In addition to the long time of practice, there are also all kinds of serendipities.

With an "um" sound, he waved his hand at the little novice in the distance, motioning for him to sit down and continue his homework, and the latter was obedient and immediately complied.

The barefoot monk nodded and said, "Since the little benefactor plans to practice here, you might as well live in the Hanging Temple, live with my master and apprentice, and take care of each other." After all, on this Nirvana Peak, there is neither one home, nor any other temples or Taoist temples. ”

Li Zijin hesitated.

Liyun smiled heartily: "It's okay, the poor monk just made a suggestion, and asked the little benefactor to do whatever he wanted." ”

Li Zijin asked: "Thank you Abbot, I don't know if living in the Hanging Temple will affect the abbot and Master Forget Worries?"

After speaking, the young man turned his head, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sword on his back, and added: "Under is sword cultivation, if you practice in your temple, it is inevitable that the sword will shine and shadow, for fear of offending the two masters, as well as those pilgrims who come to admire, and... And the Buddha. ”

As he spoke, Li Zijin glanced at the main hall of the Hanging Temple, where there was a golden body of the Buddha, which was extremely dazzling.

Liyun clasped his hands together, and the Buddha sang: "Amitabha, the little donor has a pure heart, how can the Buddha blame you." You can stay with confidence. ”

What Liyun didn't tell the young man was that this Hanging Temple was blindfolded, and now he could see and walk into this Hanging Temple, and only Li Zijin was alone. It's a temple that was temporarily conjured, where are the pilgrims?

Li Zijin saluted Yun again and said, "Then I will disturb the two masters." ”

The young man looked towards the main hall again, and the golden body of the Buddha was far away from a small bridge and flowing water, and he folded his hands and saluted.

After worshipping the abbot, the little novice, and the golden body of the Buddha, the young man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Liyun said: "Little donor, it's not early today, so my disciple will take you to your residence to rest." Wait until tomorrow, and then there will be a poor monk who will personally lead you to walk around the temple, familiar and familiar, what does the little benefactor think?"

Li Zijin said: "The guest is as the master is, and it is all up to the abbot's orders." ”

The barefoot monk laughed, "Don't dare." ”

The monk turned to the little novice and said to him, "Forget your worries, please lead this little benefactor to his backyard dwelling, and don't neglect others." ”

The little novice looked like a teenager, stepped on a wooden shoe, and a small face was like a pink carved jade, quite aura, and looked cute, and after saluting Yun and Li Zijin respectively, he said, "Master Li, please come with me." ”

The young man and the abbot said goodbye, walked across the small bridge and flowing water with forget their worries, took the path between the main hall and the side hall, and went to the backyard of the Hanging Temple.

During this period, there is a corridor built along the cliff, which looks dangerous, but there is no danger.

Walk through the corridor, climb the stairs, circle back and forth for several floors, and then reach the "backyard".

Still sitting on the cliff, there is a lonely meditation room, and there is no bed in it, only a few futons are placed on the floor, but Li Zijin is happy.

Qi refiners practice, most of the night is pretended, no need to really sleep, meditate on the futon to practice, and slowly mobilize the aura in the sea of consciousness in the body to operate the cave and the big Zhoutian, but it is of great benefit to the cultivation.

And the next day's spirit, instead of being affected, will be in good complexion and good spirits.

The decoration in the meditation room is extremely simple, with futons, tea tables, wooden fish, and a Buddhist scripture.

There is nothing else outside of the body.

After the little novice led Li Zijin to the meditation room, he reminded him of a few rules.

He said that if you live in the Hanging Temple, you need to be like him and his master, you can not obey the Ten Virtues, but you need to obey the Five Precepts.

The five precepts are: one is not to kill, two is not to steal, three is not to commit adultery, four is not to lie, and five is not to drink.

In the first few, Li Zijin is naturally fine, but if the teenager does not drink, it is a bit fatal.

He asked tentatively: "Forget the worries of the little master, four of the five precepts, there is no problem below." Just drinking······"

He looked down at the wine gourd on his waist, and said, "Dare to ask the little master, if you drink outside the Hanging Temple in Xia, is it considered to be a broken vow?"

The little novice thought for a moment, frowned and said, "Whether a monk is at home, he must abide by the five precepts, which are the basic precepts. However, since Master Li Shizhu is not a monk, he only lives in the Hanging Temple temporarily, as long as he does not drink alcohol in the temple, there is no big problem. ”

After hearing this, Li Zijin let out a sigh of relief and said gratefully: "Thank you, little master!"

The little novice touched the back of his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Master Li Shizhu is polite, by the way, there is another thing that the master did not tell Master Li Shi, the hanging temple only provides vegetarian food, if the donor likes meat, I am afraid that the small temple will not be able to help." ”

The young man smiled: "It's okay to be vegetarian, I'm not picky eaters." ”

"That's good. Xiao Shami smiled and said, "It's late at night, Master Li should rest early, and I will come again tomorrow morning to lead you to see the master." ”

With that, he turned around and left the meditation room and walked towards the way he came.

Li Zijin did not close the door.

If the door is closed, then even the wind will not be able to accompany him.

The young man walked to the center of the meditation room, took off the Cuiqu sword, wine gourd, and nightless jade plaque, untied the two burdens containing fairy money and gold and silver on his body, and put these things outside his body on the tea table in the meditation room. Then walk over to one of the clean futons and sit down slowly.

He shifted so that he could see through the door of the meditation room and the scenery outside the door.

In the past, when my sister was by my side, I smiled when I looked at the mountains and mountains, and I saw the clouds floating.

Now that the junior sister is gone, looking at these scenes again, there is only a desolate place, sad and sad.

A night rain, as soon as it was called, filled a pond in the backyard, overflowing with water.

The return date is not due, and the night rain rises in the autumn pool.