The young man was immersed in the picture scroll of time, not knowing the truth or falsehood, looking at his former self, bit by bit.

In the picture......

The land under Zhuang Yu's feet is the soil flat that used to be outstanding, but it has gradually withered in the past hundred years, and it won't be long before it will be a barren land again.

The young man recalled the words of the female ghost last night, and the word "sir" was still very happy, although it was not considered now, it would be better to leave it for the future. The red-clothed female ghost said to him again: Engong is very modest, and it is very rare to know the order of truth in dealing with people, and I don't know how many mountain immortals have surpassed.

There is no order to ask, and there is a specialization in the art industry. The attainer is the first, regardless of the level of the realm.

Of course, it's right to read more, the teenager thought in his heart, what a good article, the ancient sages really thought like a spring, and the article is good and knowledgeable, so that my future generations can learn from it, and if I don't understand it, I can read it and learn it.

A good place at the flat end of the soil, sitting in the north and facing south, the south is relatively gentle, and the two stone cliffs have become the only passage connecting the outside world, and it is not too much to say that the paradise is not too much, but now, it is not prosperous, and it is a pity that the twilight is heavy.

There are too few young strong men, in general, the construction of the mountain temple falls on the shoulders of Zhuang Yu, but it didn't take much effort, a small temple was built out before and after, all of which were made of stone, the top of the temple was made of good pear wood, the door frame was also brand new, and the left and right ears were transparently illuminated. Inside, the young man cast a mound and made a small wooden table, and I don't know where to find an incense burner, and the whole temple is nowhere else.

It's just that if there is no root and no gods, it will be a useless stone house, which is a pity in the end.

Zhuang Yu still wrote on the door frame, and the same words "the wind and rain are smooth, the country and the people are safe", he thinks it is very good, at least it is the greatest recognition and affirmation that this small place has given to this mountain god, which is no better.

It's just that the mud mound is empty, and it is very bad to look at the past, the young man took the red paper, and wrote the words "the mountain god should respond" from time to time, it is really true, he doesn't know how to write or what to write, but he feels that it is enough to be the greatest kindness to the deceased mountain god.

Zhuang Yu didn't know if the female ghost in red would blame him for advocating and not doing well enough. The old woman walked a long way every day to bring some food with the little girl, and of course, occasionally the little girl who had just delivered the meal, when she returned to the house, she would turn back again, bring some water, and stay next to the mountain temple for a while, and then stop and stop along the road, and spend a long time going back to the hut; the old woman would look at the little girl from a distance, and wait for her to return to the house.

When the stars are sparse, the little girl will look at the fire at the bottom of the mountain, waiting for her brother to come home, or play with her fingers, reading a book, after all, in her heart, Zhuang Yu is the kind of child who likes to read obediently.

Now, the mountain god has stood up, but the young man has no sign of moving, but seems to have forgotten the rivers and lakes, stopped his steps, and walked through the layers of mountains and rivers.

The female ghost Bai still rarely appears recently, and Zhuang Yu put the white jade bottle in the room where he lives now, and doesn't care about it. In fact, a trace of spiritual connection can make him perceive the signs of female ghosts, mostly waiting until the night after tomorrow, after the village is peaceful, turn into green smoke and go to the newly built mountain temple at the foot of the mountain, and sit overnight, but the old man is not there after all, leaving only the ghost in the yang world, and cannot be reincarnated.

Zhuang Yu has free time, he will write down everything he has seen and heard, and it is very delicate to leave it on the white paper hairpin, after all, such a real deeds of the rivers and lakes are worth this, and the story must be stayed, especially if it is done right.

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The Pure Land of the West.

Chen Bai'an traveled with the elders of his family to Mount Meru, a place of pilgrimage for Buddhism.

Looking from the foot of the mountain, the whole Lingshan treasure is like a halo, the gilded palace is magnificent and tall, the incense in the world gathers, the Buddha sound surrounds the beam, runs through the entire Sumeru Mountain boundary, enters the ears and lungs, impartial, enters the heart and ears, only feels cool bursts, the air is peaceful, and the six senses are sensitive.

"Master, this scripture is so good, we also invite a monk to go back and recite the scriptures, we don't have to endure hardships and practice, we learn to recite the scriptures every day, and we sleep and sleep, and the realm will rise ...... times," Chen Bai'an said.

The woman rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Why don't I send you here, be a nun, and don't get contaminated with red dust, you can also ......."

"Buddhist practice is not as simple as chanting sutras and sleeping, it must be very pure and consistent. The mirror is empty, refining one's body in sleep, and the golden body of Nirvana is unique. Cultivation mostly relies on the word "enlightenment", and there is no fancy in qi refining practice, most of them are one force to ten meetings, overwhelming mountains and seas, and there is no room for the slightest joke. You don't have to chew the root of your tongue, or my wife will slap your mouth. ”

Chen Bai'an pouted, disapproving, not to mention that the woman was just talking, how could she really do it.

The woman was powerless, and then said, "This side of Mount Meru has already entered into a dream with the Buddhist monks who have attained the Tao, and the entire spiritual mountain is in it. ”

"Donor, don't blame the little friend, those who don't know are not guilty, welcome to Mount Meru, please move to the ......"

The magnificent sound ran through the entire mountain range, the entire palace was full of light, and a golden staircase was born out of thin air from the bottom of the mountain, until the foot of the woman and Chen Bai'an, two golden bronze figures came to the wind.

The golden-bodied Arhat, led by "Please drive and move to ......", gave a salute.

Sure enough, it was still the same, and the woman thought to herself, after all, it was not the first time she had visited Mount Meru.

The golden-bodied Arhat led the way, ascending step by step along the gilded staircase, going to the gilded palace, whenever Chen Bai'an took a step, the ones behind him disappeared by themselves, but the soles of her feet were the real real thing, so she was secretly happy, such a treasure, if it could be put in her pocket, it would be great.

In front of the gilded palace.

As soon as the old monk got up, the treasure at the back of his head was like a halo, and he said to the two of them with kind eyebrows, "Sect Master Ye hasn't seen you for a long time, dare to ask what is the so-called matter of visiting my Lingshan realm again?"

The woman surnamed Ye twitched, hundreds of years have passed, and this group of monks is still rigid and eccentric, and decent.

"Another disciple of my sect needs to get the Lingshan Golden Body Method and polish it. ”

Hayama willow.

The sect master of Ziyang Mountain in Liuyun Prefecture, a female martial artist in Qingyuan Realm, a pseudo-martial god, and one of the eight mountaintop characters secretly recorded by the Dynasty Immortal Family.

The pseudonym Ye Pan'er, the name of the little jasper, of course, her real name Ye Shanliu knows very little, except for some old immortals who will shout "Liu Meizi" from time to time, then they are asking her Ziyang Mountain, and they can't be angry at all. Of course, if she shouts "Sister Pan'er", she will be happy to go back, happy, so that people can't figure it out, a hundred years of time, the female martial god who is about to reach the top, the realm is high and high, and what is the heart.

The old monk hid his surroundings and looked at the woman next to him, Chen Bai'an, who seemed to be this disciple, and said, "Buddhism and Taoism, you have to have your own skills to take it, not give it for nothing." ”

Ye Shanliu's brows tightened, these Lingshan bald donkeys have never been able to get a little oil and water in their brains, and their own disciples are not bad, so why did they come from this, they immediately became irritable, "What's the matter? Don't you have to take some property? When will this Lingshan Pure Land be like a Qi refiner outside the mountain?"

"Sect Master Ye, don't talk nonsense, I'm just studying this son to see if she can match my Buddhist treasures, there is no intention of seeking talent, but don't ruin my reputation in Lingshan. "The old color treasure elephant solemnly preached with Ye Shanliu, and he was not afraid of his pseudo-martial god martial arts realm at all.

Just like there is the ancestral court in Middle Earth, and there is the Pure Land Sumeru in the West, they all have to be weighed one or two.

"Exquisite? How to be exquisite, don't you want her to enter the Buddhist gate? Don't think about it, this girl already has a sweetheart, and the six roots are not ......quiet."

Knowing that the woman didn't talk at all, he directly pointed to Chen Bai'an and told the old monk the reason; Chen Bai'an, who had been standing next to him and didn't speak, rolled his eyes, his face turned red, and a certain shadow appeared in his heart.

"Master...... Don't talk nonsense. Chen Bai'an hurriedly interrupted his teacher's words, and he was really frightened.

"Ye Zong, Shao'an is not impatient, don't be so angry, I haven't seen him for half a year, Ye Zong is still so temperamental? The old monk said lightly, he didn't have a good impression of the woman in front of him, Ye Shanliu.

As early as many years ago, Hayama Liu climbed to the top of Mount Meru many times, although she is a woman, but she will never lose to a man in terms of personality, but she gave birth to a daughter by mistake.

"I'm angry, hurt my liver, don't you look down on women, or have you been asleep for hundreds of years? I plan to move my hands and feet with others, but they are women, and they are willing to learn a lesson or two, and I hope that the master's subordinates will ......be lighter," Ye Shanliu said with a grudge in his eyes.

The old monk was speechless for a while, and hurriedly said, "Ye Zong is like thunder, women don't let their eyebrows go, and their fame moves a continent of mountains and rivers, and the monks can't compare." It seems that Sect Master Ye has misspoken a little, I just plan to take the exam for her one or two, and I have no other intentions, and I hope that Ye Zongmo will not see her. ”

The old monk pushed away Ye Shanliu's joke.

Can't beat it? That's not, even if she Yeshan Liu really stepped into the extreme realm and climbed to the top of the martial god, but this is on Mount Meru, not to mention how other Buddhist monks are, even the spiritual power of this spiritual mountain is enough for her Ye Sect Master to drink a pot, and it is the kind of "white drink", dumb people eat Coptis chinensis, and there is bitterness that can't say that, after all, the mental power is added to the body, and it is in the realm of the spiritual mountain, and it naturally achieves its own body and Dao fruit. Not to mention that there are many Mahayana Buddhist monks with boundless power, 9981 golden-bodied Arhats, law enforcement monks and lay disciples of pilgrims from all over the world, etc., not only the family has a great cause, but also pays attention to the clean festival, and has never had a bad reputation.

"How?" asked Sect Master Ye.

The old monk did not reply, but instead raised his big hand, and a white jade staircase appeared, and he was confined to the entire world in his palm.

"Please climb the ladder. ”

The old monk was solemn and solemn, threw out the white jade staircase in his hand, became bigger in the wind, turned into a glazed step that did not enter the clouds, turned into a Jiuzeng tower, surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, swayed up......

"Little friend?" asked the middle-aged man Huang Zi.

"This journey is over...... Is there a difference?"

Zhuang Yu turned his head to look, looked at it a little, and shook his head again.