Under the canopy,

The boundless light of fire illuminates the vast and barren land, as if to devour all the impurities of the world, the land is scorched and cracked, the air is distorted in sight, the grass is withered and yellow, a gust of wind blows can feel the scorching heat in the air even ten miles away, and when you look up, there are endless ashes, detrits, grass roots......

"Jie Ji ......"

There was a seeping sound in the night, and the ugly-looking strange birds in the sky were circling, looking at the incomprehensible sound of the fire, and their keen sense of smell could smell the smell of blood in the air even from tens or hundreds of miles away.

But when they arrived, there was only an endless sea of fire, and the scorching breath made them unable to approach but stay far away, smelling the tempting smell of burnt flesh in the air, and the black-brown feathers that had been carefully groomed were also anxiously made into a mess.

......

I don't know how long I've been waiting,

Out of the sky-high flames came a figure,

The bare soles of the feet made a "sizzling" sound when they stepped on the hot and cracked ground, and the water vapor under the skin began to steam, but gradually the skin on the soles of the feet and the flesh and blood became dry, like old bacon, and they could no longer squeeze out half of the juice.

There was black smoke rising from the burning temple, and in a trance it seemed to be rising from the man's back, like the boundless dead air of hell, and a strong wind blew from outside the sky, and the long tongues of fire swayed in the wind.

That man is like the most terrible demon in the world,

Behind him is the sight of hell,

But he had the holiest smile on his face,

Every time he took a step, an illusory green lotus rose, and every time he fell, a green lotus died, and the cycle continued, and he stepped on the lotus flower from hell to the world.

"Plop, flutter ......"

The vultures flapped their wings and rose from the dead wood, their cold pupils staring at the figure, unable to understand why any creature could come out of the hot spot.

In their understanding, the hot, glowing thing was dangerous, something deep in their bones, and they had seen the upright creature huddle around the fire many times, but they had never seen anyone emerge from it.

The long-term death accompanied them made them feel the smell of danger, and they subconsciously wanted to stay away, but the ubiquitous smell of meat in the air seemed to open the door to a new world, and in the end they still did not leave, but just stayed on the dead wood.

From a distance, the branches of the dead wood were densely packed with ugly strange birds, and the black feathers were clustered together, like a monster covered in hair, but even the monster was terrified from the bottom of his heart in the face of that small figure.

"Bang ......"

In the temple behind him, there was a collapsed giant tree that fell and smashed on the figure, and countless sparks rose up at the moment of contact, and the burning giant tree weighing 10,000 catties did not let the figure stay, just a trace of carbon black left in the person.

To the edge of the firelight,

If you look closely,

The man was defenseless, for all his original clothes had been consumed clean by the flames, and his eyebrows, his hair, and even the cold hairs on his body had disappeared in the flames, except for a withered shell as charcoal.

That figure was incomparably small in the monstrous flames,

But still across that sea of fire,

The old monk walked out of the sea of hellfire step by step, and after the iron horse left, he did not choose to take a detour, but went straight to the west in the direction of the Rotten Ke Temple, and crossed the sea of fire directly, because it was a rare practice for himself.

Because he feels the process of destruction more intuitively,

And what comes after the destruction?

"Click, click......"

It's the subtle sound of the soles of your feet hitting the ground,

Finally out of the sea of fire coverage,

Except that the old monk was naked, burned all his hair, and his already dark skin became darker, there seemed to be no more changes

Distance

There was a rustling sound,

Near,

The crimson monk's robe was stained with all kinds of stains, and it was impossible to see the original appearance, the ragged clothes could only cover the important parts of the body, and the shriveled body was exposed, the ribs were clearly visible, and the bare feet were full of dry cracks.

This is the ascetic monk of the Rotten Ke Temple,

In the teachings of the Ranke Monastery, people need to go through many opportunities to enter the Western Elysium, and the monks who practice in the Ranke Monastery will choose to consult the Buddhist scriptures in order to seek enlightenment and improve the realm.

But not everyone can do this, and some people want to be more intuitive, faster, to get the Buddha's teachings and sutras in this life and enter the bliss, and the ascetic is considered to be such a shortcut, to use the suffering of the flesh to perceive and practice.

The reason why the Rotten Ke Temple has been able to survive in the land of the Western Regions for thousands of years, they have also played an immeasurable role, and the place where he stepped is the place where the Rotten Ke Temple can see.

At the same time, they are also spreading their teachings in the most extreme way, in a sense, every ascetic is a person of great perseverance, they are the cornerstone of the great hall of the Ranke Monastery, and they are also the most devout practitioners.

That's right

Every ascetic monk who comes out of the temple is a practitioner,

It's just that there are strong and weak differences,

The world's largest unknowable place,

How could a town of iron riders be easily destroyed?

Because more than half of the practitioners are among these ascetics, but they have been distributed to the vast land of the Western Regions, and some have even stepped out of this land and gone farther away.

Therefore, the Liangzhou Iron Rider suddenly appeared in this land at a juncture that Venerable Rinpoche thought was impossible, and had avoided most of the practitioners of the Ranke Monastery, if enough time was given to allow the soldiers of the Western Regions to gather and the ascetics of the world to return, the outcome of the battle during the day was still unknown.

......

Not far away,

The fire shows no signs of stopping,

Because the temple group consumed too much wood, even the giant trees supporting it had more than 1,200 roots, and before everything was swallowed up, even if it rained heavily, it would not be able to extinguish it.

The ascetic held a wooden stick in his hand, raised his head and quietly stared at the Ranke Temple that had turned into a sea of fire, where was the place where they started, but even when he saw his current appearance, his expression still did not change much, perhaps because he had endured countless hardships, or perhaps because he had rarely shown himself in decades of asceticism, and he didn't know what way to express his emotions at the moment, so he just watched it with a smile.

Maybe I'm tired of watching,

Or maybe they have recognized the facts,

The old dervish cast his gaze on the Venerable Master not far away, and there was a slight doubt in his eyes, because after the fire, he was far from his original appearance, so he could not recognize it.

"Everything is ruined......"

An extremely hoarse voice sounded in the clearing,

The eyes are as silent as ashes.

"Destruction, Destruction......

The old monk listened to the ascetic's words and repeated softly, the difference was that he saw the result, and he was thinking about what would happen after the destruction.

"Dare to ask the Guru Dharma number?"

The old ascetic looked at the lonely old monk a few feet away, pulled the corners of his chapped mouth and said, looking like he should be an ascetic monk like himself, but he still vaguely felt a little different, it was an indescribable feeling.

"Old monk, the Dharma name is silent. ”

The old monk said with a gentle smile.

"Silence?"

"The Living Buddha?"

"Little monk, I've seen the Living Buddha on the Silence!"

The old monk looked fixedly, and after a long time finally determined, respectfully saluted, the eyes that were originally like ashes, rose and died a glimmer of hope, and the living Buddha who had disappeared for more than 50 years actually came back when this rotten Ke Temple was destroyed, this must be the arrangement of the Buddha, the ascetic thought so.

"Yes. ”

The old monk nodded, and said no more.

Just silently sat cross-legged facing the steering of the Rotten Ke Temple,

He's thinking,

Thinking about the previous question,

He is also waiting,

Waiting for more dervishes,

Because from the texts written by Guru Rinpoche, I saw that there was another Buddha country in the extremely far west, and that was the real Buddha country on earth.

It was a great kingdom,

It's already very powerful to become a Buddha in the flesh,

But that's not enough.

So I need help myself.

And this group of ascetics is the best help, they can trek through mountains and rivers to endure the loneliness of the long distance, they can cut off the thorns in the road for months without eating or drinking, and they can resist the pain of the sword with their physical bodies.

They are the ones of great perseverance,

They are also the most powerful destroyers of Buddhas,

The old ascetic saw that the old monk was pondering, and he didn't want to disturb, but silently found a vacant space behind him, and then meditated, and the monstrous heat wave did not make him frown, if it is divided according to the realm of cultivation, the ascetic in front of him is also the realm of the four pure martial arts, and there are many such people among the ascetics, that is, the third grade, the second grade, and the ascetic who cultivates for the sake of cultivation also have.

......

Looking down from the sky,

The entire vast and boundless land of the Western Regions,

There were ragged monks who went to Xiling County,

They came from the mountains,

They came from the snowy lands,

They came from the mountain streams,

They came from afar,

They are slow to lift and fall,

But every step can be carried out a long distance,

......

I don't know how long it took,

The last flame was finally extinguished, and the old monk who was sitting cross-legged also opened his eyes, and looked back, and at some point there was a monk in ragged clothes behind him.

The corners of the old monk's mouth bloomed with a holy smile,

Slowly get up,

"Click, click......"

As the old monk got up,

The original scorched skin is falling off inch by inch,

The skin on the withered body fell off one by one, like a big fish changing its scales, but this scene was extremely strange when it happened to people.

The moment you stand up straight,

All the burnt skin has fallen off,

Today's skin is moist like mutton fat jade, like porcelain, like silk, like gold not gold, like jade not jade, with the luster of bare gold and jade, but it is far better than the hardness of gold and jade.

King Jizo Bodhisattva once made a great wish,

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. ”

"All sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven. ”

......

"But now ......"

"Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth. ”

The old monk remembered the sight of walking in the boundless fire, and remembered the slaves in the underground of the Rotten Ke Temple in the past, and muttered softly, and now he realized that hell was already empty, because all the devils had come to the world.

"Now let the old monk go deep into hell and attain the Buddha in his heart!"

The old monk looked at the scorched earth of the Rotten Ke Temple, looked at the Buddha Kingdom in the extreme west, and muttered softly.

"It's snowing......"

There was a sound of surprise behind him,

The lonely old monk looked up,

I saw that during the summer solstice, the sky was sprinkled with goose feather snow, and the palm of the hand was gently stretched out to catch a snowflake, but there was no cold feeling when it fell into the palm, and the palm was a piece of ashes.

A gust of wind blows,

The white ashes that kept rising from the temple were like the snow of winter, and the bones were burned to dust by the fire, while the larger ones were lifted by the wind, drifting on the earth, and finally falling to the ground.

After a stick of incense,

The ground has been covered with white ashes,

The lonely old monk looked at his feet in a daze,

Because there is still a stubble of grass that has been swept away by the heat wave and turned yellow,

Abrupt,

The old monk smiled,

The old monk seemed to have figured out the answer.

Because in his eyes, the place will be full of lush green grass for the next year.

What is after the destruction?

Nature is a new birth,

The old monk looked at his whole body,

He glanced at the thousands of dervishes behind him.

The bare soles of their feet gently stepped on this "heavy snow" and walked towards the world and Buddha kingdom in the extreme west, and the thousands of ascetics behind him saw this, without saying a word or asking, but silently followed behind the man.

......

Shangjing,

Cheng

Anlanfang,

In a very deserted courtyard,

This is a very common printing workshop in the city, because of the cost and limitations of engraving printing, occasionally a big customer can be busy for a while, but most of the time the business is deserted.

Today is a quiet day as usual, except that there are no old people holding a fan, making a pot of tea, and basking in the sun leisurely at the door.

Inside,

In addition to the rich smell of ink in the backyard, there is also the fishy smell of earth, the fragrance of pine resin, and all kinds of smells are mixed together, which is very unpleasant.

The blank made of cement in the corner of the courtyard has been piled up as high as a hill, and the rich fragrance of ink comes from there, and several large vats in the courtyard are full of earth, pine resin, wax, paper ash and other materials, and I don't know how much time it took to finalize the right materials, and the hard work is beyond anyone's imagination.

An old craftsman covered in ink stains is meticulously brushing the template, which is a little different from the ordinary template when you look closely, because each text is a separate block and put together.

After the old craftsman brushed the ink, he laid a piece of rice paper on the engraved template very sacredly, and his rough fingers gently smoothed every wrinkle, and then the brush was pressed down, so that the paper seal was full and evenly absorbed.

finally

When it comes to taking it off,

The old craftsman washed his hands with water very seriously, and used the soaphorn very generously, until the nails were clean, and then he got up, and several white-bearded old craftsmen around him were also waiting very eagerly.

The moment my trembling fingers touched the paper, I stabilized, and I knew what I was doing for twenty or thirty years.

When a clear ink appears on the paper,

The old craftsman rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looked closer, and still did not lose half of his shape, did not have any ink stains, took off the paper seal, and repeated the previous process several times.

The stamps of paper on which the text was engraved had been piled up to knuckle height, and there was still no mistake until the last page of the stamps were printed.

"It's done, it's ......"

Muddy tears flowed from the corners of the old craftsman's eyes,

The old man even couldn't stop trembling lightly.

"Thief God, finally opened your eyes!"

Looking at the clearly defined "movable type" on the template, a group of white-bearded old craftsmen hugged each other and cried with joy.

Outside the hospital gate,

The young man in the python robe looked at the stack of paper and chuckled, suddenly remembering the old monk who was lonely, and now that nearly half a month has passed, I don't know where he has gone, if there is really a day when he comes back, maybe he can really let him see a different world.