Huasheng Temple is located on the White Horse Mountain, the whole temple is built according to the mountain, the ordinary people have to go up the stairs from the beginning of the mountain gate, there is a big hall every 900 steps, the whole temple has a total of nine halls, the top of the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall is on the top of the White Horse Mountain of a thousand thousand high, look down outside the hall on weekdays, you can see the sea of clouds and the sky handover, it is spectacular against the backdrop of the sun, but because the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall is too towering, there are few pilgrims who come here to incense on weekdays, the vast majority of pilgrims just stop at the bottom of the Guanyin Palace, Luohan Hall, Daxiong Treasure Hall only.

In the apse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Palace, it is the place where the monks in charge of the affairs of the Huasheng Temple on weekdays deliberate, there are only three monks here in this apse today, two old monks sit on the futon, one with a black face and white eyebrows is narrating the matter, and the other fat old monk with white eyebrows is silent and silent, holding the Buddha beads and listening silently; there is also a young monk with red face and white teeth standing with his hands folded next to the fat old monk, but the eyes turn slightly from time to time to look at the black-faced old monk opposite, obviously very interested in what he said.

"Senior brother, this is the talisman that Wuqing gave to his junior brother," it was Hui Cheng who spoke, he had just finished telling his senior brother Huixin, who was also the current abbot of Huasheng Temple, what happened last night, and then saw him take out a purple talisman from his sleeve and hand it to the old monk opposite, "According to him, this talisman is stimulated by essence blood, which can make up for the mana deficit." ”

The fat old monk opened his eyes, took the talisman and looked at it carefully, handed it back, and sighed: "The spells of this square inch mountain are all based on talismans, I see that this Qiantian Gangqi rune rune is extremely profound, and there is the ability to communicate the aura of heaven and earth under the induction, and the Wuqing donor did not say big words." ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes again, as if he was remembering something, and said slowly after a while: " I thought that the Jin Wuwei Lisi of this dynasty, the master and the three uncles went to watch the ceremony, I accompanied the two junior brothers, and was attacked by the willow like wind halfway, this person's magic is superb, only a wave of the hand there are three runes hidden out, all hit the master, but the master of the world's first-class cultivation, but did not wait for any reaction to the unconscious, straight down to the clouds, if not for the uncles to rescue, and the willow like the wind has no intention of killing, I am afraid that the master will become the soul of the willow like the wind's subordinates. ”

The young monk was shocked when he heard this, this fat old monk is his master, and now the abbot of the Huasheng Temple, the master is talking about the ancestor, the ancestor himself still knows, and has now retired to the Buddha cave in the mountain without asking about the world, it is rumored that he has cultivated to the point of sanctification of the flesh as early as a hundred years ago, and has soared to the position of the Arhat in Lingshan, and does not want to be defeated so easily.

The young monk didn't have time to think about it, but heard the master say again: " This Fang Cun Mountain is different from the ordinary sect, they only respect the founder of the mountain ancestor Bodhi Ancestor as a teacher, the twelve generations of disciples are commensurate with the brothers, and the Bodhi Ancestor has been practicing in the Fang Cun Mountain after the establishment of the sect, it is rumored that it has been ten thousand years, so everyone guesses that the Bodhi Ancestor has already become an immortal, jumping out of the Three Realms, not in the five elements; ...... It's a pity ......"

Hui Cheng suddenly said: "What Senior Brother Abbot said is extremely true, I see that the Wuqing root bone is only about twenty years old, and he has such a cultivation, which is really a five-body throw to the ground that Fang Cun Mountain admires, but what makes the junior brother even more afraid is the difficulty of destroying demons, and there are three hundred and sixty people who are so good disciples in Fang Cun Mountain who have been slaughtered!" Even the Bodhi Ancestor does not know life and death, I really don't know what kind of demon has such a skill, and he almost destroyed the Dao system of Fangcun Mountain with his own strength, if this demon did not crash straight into Fangcun Mountain, but wantonly did evil elsewhere in the world, I am afraid that the common people in the world have already been devastated. ”

Monk Huixin opened his eyes and saw that his apprentice on the side was listening attentively, and his heart gave this talented and intelligent apprentice a long insight, so that he could understand the sinister truth of this world as soon as possible, so he said to his junior brother: "This is a mystery that no one in the world knows, no one knows the heel of this devil, no one knows why he wants to go to Fangcun Mountain, and no one knows why Fangcun Mountain fights to the end and breaks the Taoist system to kill this demon." The world only knows that after the difficulty of destroying the demons in Fangcun Mountain, there is no Taoist inheritance, and there are no disciples in the world who travel and walk, which makes this troubled world a little less colorful. ”

Although the young monk was scratching his heart when he was listening, although he knew that the master and uncle did not intervene in the narrative, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, what is the 'difficulty of destroying demons', and why has the disciple never heard anyone talk about it?"

When the abbot saw his disciple interjecting, he was not annoyed, but smiled and said: "If you don't understand, just ask, this is your true temperament, and you should uphold it." The difficulty of destroying demons happened two hundred years ago, when a monument fell from the sky, fell in the deep sea, and ran out of the monument a peerless demon, ordinary monks will be refined by its monstrous demon qi just close to it, extremely vicious, this demon was born without staying, and went straight to Fangcun Mountain, that Fangcun Mountain was originally a floating cloud fairy mountain, ethereal, the world does not know its location, until the demon tore apart the mountain protection array before the clues, that battle ......"

The abbot sighed deeply and did not continue, Hui continued to say: " That battle can be described as the sky fell apart, most of the world's famous monks were present, but no one could come forward, they could only watch from afar, hundreds of disciples of Fangcun Mountain laid down a large array to trap the demon, Bodhi Ancestor personally performed magic to fight with it, so he fought for seven days and seven nights, and finally killed the demon, the demon burst itself and the jade of Fangcun Mountain when he was dying, the demon was broken, hundreds of disciples of Fangcun Mountain also died, Fangcun Mountain Immortal Mountain collapsed, there were no tiles, and Bodhi Ancestor was nowhere to be found。 ”

The young monk asked again: "Uncle Shi, you said that Wuqing is only in his twenties, and he is almost the same as his nephew, why can he have the supernatural cultivation of destroying the emperor's corpse alone, is it because he is talented, or is he a Taoist method in Fangcun Mountain?"

Hui Cheng was stunned when he heard this question, because he suddenly saw the heirs of Fangcun Mountain, he ignored this problem in his heart, yes! The original disciples of Fangcun Mountain had to practice on the mountain for more than 100 years before they could travel down the mountain, and this Wuqing was only in his twenties, how could he have such a cultivation?

The abbot understood what his apprentice said, and he was afraid that he already had a heart of comparison, so he admonished: "Xuanshi, although you are the latest to start among the many senior brothers, you are the most wise, and the teacher's expectations for you are also the highest, but you must know a truth, as the saying goes. There are people outside the world, there is heaven outside the sky', this world is big, any unexpected people and things are normal, people who are better than you are also a big person, remember not to lose your nature because of blind comparison, this is not the original intention of cultivation, but also not the virtue of my monks, you must know that the water is low for the sea, the low man is the king, the saint is nameless, the big is invisible, remember to remember!"

The young monk named Xuanshi knew that this was the master ordering himself, and he said, "The apprentice respectfully follows the master's teachings. ”

The abbot was quite satisfied when he saw that his apprentice was able to understand it at one point, and asked Hui Chengdao: "Senior brother, according to what you said, this Wuqing is definitely not a murderous person like Liu Rufeng, but a person with great compassion, then don't report the matter of Wuqing to the whole temple, just tell the first seat of each courtyard." ”

Monk Huicheng took the order and left, and the abbot summoned the Xuanshi to the front of the ear and said: "Although there are many perverse people in this Fangcun Mountain, but for thousands of years, it has not really hurt the lives of the monks of my incarnation temple. ”

Xuanshi exclaimed: "What does this matter have to do with me?"

The abbot explained: "The Jizo Three Lives Sutra you practiced was written by the King of the Earth Bodhisattva for the suffering of the world, you grew up in the temple since you were a child, and you have no self-experience of the world's sufferings, how can you cultivate the true essence of the Jizo Three Life Sutra? ”

Xuanshi said with a bitter face: "What the master said is true, but where can I find that Wuqing? Uncle Shi said that his escape technique is wonderful, and there is no trace to be found, the world is so big, how can I find him?"

The abbot smiled: "Everything has a 'fate' word, if you have a fate with him, you can see it anywhere, if there is no fate, it is a passing shoulder and do not know it, whether this matter is successful or not, it depends on the fate between you and him, the teacher just gives you a suggestion, you can't go down the mountain, you can't find him or not, you can act with your heart." ”

Xuanshi didn't answer, he said goodbye to the master with a bitter face, and went out of the hall, the abbot looked at the back of his apprentice with a smile, and there was no word.

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I don't know that I was remembered by the abbot and apprentice of the Huasheng Temple, Wuqing was at this time in a hastily opened up cave in Mangdang Mountain, arranging a small formation with a talisman, sixteen yellow talismans were gossip, floating in the air around a brown cloth bag, Wuqing's hand was in the shape of a sword finger, pointing at the cloth bag and shouting: "Open!"

The mouth of the cloth bag opened in response, and a stream of black yin qi erupted from it, converging into a tall two feet tall in the air, with a bee waist and tiger back, holding a glaive sword, wearing armor Yin Soul, this Yin Soul was completely black, only the eyes were blood red, only roaring and rushing, irrational, just being bound in mid-air by sixteen yellow talismans, making it even more angry and rushing again and again.

Wuqing's sword finger flicked, a red rune shot out, hit the yin soul and disappeared immediately, the yin soul instantly stopped the collision, floating in the formation like a thick fog, Wuqing sword fingers flicked, and several more runes shot into the yin soul, the yin soul began to slowly shrink and become smaller, and finally became only the size of the palm, was taken into the hand by Wu Qing, Wu Qing looked at the yin in his palm, nodded with satisfaction, his hand towards the formation, the brown cloth bag flew to his hand, and the wrist flipped to put the yin soul in.

After finishing these, Wuqing withdrew the formation, stretched his waist, these days outside the underground palace of Emperor Wei Wu arranged a mountain-breaking array, and in the underground palace and the two ghosts fought fiercely for two days without rest, making him tired, now Wuqing just wants to sleep well, after arranging a simple warning formation outside the cave, he will lie on the ground in the cave and fall asleep deeply......