Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the largest temple in the world is the Manhai Temple of the Central Plains thousands of miles to the east. There are the largest Buddha statues, the highest temples, and the most majestic temples in the world. Some people who have never been there also say that the Temple of the Dead Life is built on the endless sea, and it is a golden sea! Standing on the seashore and looking at the past, in addition to the golden waves surging in thousands of layers, there are dozens of abrupt and tall ancient temples and the Buddha sitting on the sea.

The Broken Cloud Pavilion and Zongwu Gate in the Xuanmen of the Temple of the Past Life cannot be compared with its melodious history. However, the disciples of the Buddhist family are mostly empty and famous Buddhas, and they rarely walk around in the world, and in the hearts of the world, there is a difference between the leader of the Xuanmen of the Broken Cloud Pavilion and the Temple of the Dead Life.

The land of Manhai is not close to the lonely Mingyuan formed by the Hengqi and Yuyang mountain ranges, and it is not far away. Cultivators with a high Qi Vein realm can travel through the sky and reach it within a day.

At the moment of the day's travel, the remnant sun stained half of the sky, as bright red as blood.

In the red curtain, several black shadows could be seen breaking through the sky. Moments later, they were flying over the golden sky.

The person who came was none other than the Kule Master and two Buddhist disciples who set off from Fengluanyi in the morning. And under the left and right armpits of bitter happiness, there are two more different disciples, one big and one small, one male and one female, who are the sisters and brothers of Ah Ying and Ah Man.

One day, Aman looked down the mountains and rivers, the valleys and dense forests, and it was already boring. As he was drowsy, Bitterjoy flew over a cliff, and his vision immediately widened. What made Aman secretly sigh the most was the large area of gold under him. He suddenly came to his senses, and when he looked up, the orange and yellow scene stretched for more than a hundred miles, and there was a stone statue in the distance that isolated the heavens and the earth. He looked closely, but the Kanazawa under him was not a precious thing, only an orange-yellow canopy. I don't know what kind of tree it is, but there are still such lush yellow leaves at this time.

The canopy of countless trees is intertwined to create this spectacle. After a moment of walking in this golden ocean, Aman has felt refreshed and clear!

Seeing the golden crown of trees flying by under him, when he raised his eyes again, he was a few points closer to the originally ethereal stone statue. Due to the late day, it was impossible to see the stone statue.

When the night was completely covered, a group of five people landed in front of the gate of the Dead Life Temple.

As soon as he landed, Aman glanced behind him. As far as the eye can see, the canopy obscures the sky. Although the tree has yellow leaves, there is no sign of withering, which is mostly a characteristic of this tree. The only trail is buried in the woods, and there is no way to go.

On the top of the nine stone steps in front of you is the main entrance of the Temple of the Dead. Two high-sized paints and inks, and the huge tiger ring adds momentum. The three big characters "Temple of the Afterlife" on the stone plaque hanging above the head are imposing, I don't know that they came from the hands of that famous craftsman!

Aman only stayed and watched for a moment, and then was awakened by the heavy voice of reprimand: "What do you see, you two don't quickly go to the bones of the master who has passed away and kowtow to confess!"

Aman was shocked, and immediately looked at the burly middle-aged monk, "This Temple of the Afterlife is thousands of miles away from the Central Plains, my sister and I are here for the first time, how can my sister kill your master, you don't want to spew blood here!"

Qing Deng was angered a lot by Aman, his face was vicious, and his voice was a little heavier: "Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know that your demon sister slaughtered the elders of the same sect, and her methods were brutal and evil. It's hateful to be here now!"

Qing Lantern didn't seem satisfied with the battle on his tongue, and his clenched fists were about to move.

The bitter master finally raised his voice: "All right, you don't have to argue. He slowly crossed the rosary in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and called softly in a deep voice: "Take refuge." ”

The young monk who was traveling with him clasped his palms on his chest, saluted slightly to the bitter pleasure, and said softly, "Master." ”

This slightly immature young monk became famous and took refuge. I knew that a few months ago, the Broken Cloud Pavilion would be a martial artist, and I had a fight with Ah Ying, and the hair bead of refuge was also saved into powder by Ah Ying who was demented that day.

Ku Le continued to say in a calm voice: "You first arrange accommodation for these two donors to rest, and wait for tomorrow to talk about anything." ”

When Qing Deng heard this, his face was shocked, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Take refuge and bow again, "Yes, Master." ”

Seeing the back of bitterness and happiness slowly entering the temple, he raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, "Two donors, please enter the temple." ”

Suddenly, Qing Deng scolded angrily: "Wait!" He chased the back of Bitter Joy and quickly walked a few steps and stopped abruptly, and finally asked: "Uncle Shi, ...... you What does this mean...... Treat the demon who killed Master with courtesy?"

The green lantern monk stared intently at the slightly hunched back of the man at the temple gate, waiting for his answer.

Finally, Bitter Joy slowly turned around, his expression was still light, and the old voice only said: "In vain, your legal name is Qingdeng, why are you so obsessed with it?"

In the lonely night, there was finally only a tall figure left in front of the temple of the dead, but his figure actually gave people a feeling of loneliness and helplessness. His heart repeatedly recalled the words left by Fang Cai's bitter happiness, and after a long time, a sad smile suddenly flashed on his face.

In the temple, Ah Ying and Ah Man walked through several inner courtyard corridors behind the little monk who took refuge, bypassed the pagoda of the treasure temple, and crossed the wooden bridge plank road to the destination.

The night is dark and dark, and along the way, you can't see the scenery of the Buddha hall clearly. But with his feelings, Aman could be sure that the temples of the Temple of the Afterlife were not inferior to the Cloud Pavilion in the slightest.

At this moment, the three of them had already walked to a deep courtyard in the Temple of the Afterlife, which should have been extremely spacious, but because of a towering ancient tree in the corner of the wall, it obscured half of the day in the courtyard. Even the wings in the main courtyard are compared to the delicate atmosphere.

"The two donors will rest here tonight, and the little monk will bring some food later. "Take refuge and perform the Buddha prayer with one hand.

Ah Man returned the favor and said, "Thank you! I remember that a few months ago, my sister destroyed your magic weapon in the tenth year of Huiwu, and I will compensate you for my sister first!"

The refuge was not said much, and one more gift was returned.

Seeing that the refuge turned to leave, Ah Ying suddenly opened his mouth and called, "Wait." ”

"What else is the matter with the benefactor?"

Although he was not very old, his words and deeds seemed extremely calm. The shadow of bitterness can already be seen in him.

"I'm not a demon, I'm not a murderer. ”

The refuge's gaze rested on Ah Ying, who was dressed in a long aqua blue dress, and after a moment, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Seeing that his sister was still watching in the direction of the refuge monk's departure, Aman called softly: "Sister......" and then said, "Let's go back to the room." ”

This courtyard room should be located in a remote place in the temple, and it is extremely clean. There are two rooms connected to each other. Only when you get closer can you see a wooden plaque hanging at the eaves, and the words "Jingzhai Pavilion" are written on it.

……

In a dimly lit meditation room in the temple of the dead end.

The only kerosene core lamp that was lit was also burning until it ran out of oil. The remnant candlelight flickered, and the shadow of the Buddha sitting on the wall of the projection window also trembled from side to side.

There was a creaking knock on the door, and the old monk sitting cross-legged did not open his eyes.

After taking refuge, he said, "Two donors from afar have been placed in the Jingzhai Pavilion. ”

"Good. "A dry sound like a wrinkled bark runs through my heart.

"The benefactor said she wasn't a demon, she wasn't a murderer. ”

Bitterness does not want to take refuge in the answer. After a moment of silence, he took refuge and said, "The disciple went to the temple gate to see a ...... Senior Brother Qing Deng is still in place. ”

The refuge was silent for a moment before looking up at bitterness. Seeing that his master was sitting quietly like a bell, as if he had entered a Buddha realm that he could not understand, he said, "If there is nothing else to do, the disciple will retire." ”

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The light of the second day broke through the thin paper window prematurely into the Jingzhai Pavilion. Ah Ying retracted a faint trace of white light around his body, lowered his head, and looked at Ah Man who was still asleep in front of him. After looking at it for a long time, she slowly raised her arm, and her jade fingers gently stroked Aman's face......

Ah Ying quietly got up and walked lightly towards the door.

Strands of gold squeezed in through the crack in the door and landed on Ah Ying's face. When she went out of the room, the scenery presented in her sight had a different charm.

The golden leaves all over the ground are already stunning in color, and now they are bathed in the luster of the morning sun, like the gold of a place, which is dazzling.

The water-blue shadow walked slowly, walking towards the smooth-textured, incomparably thick Longzhong old tree.

A butterfly-like yellow leaf fell silently, slowly falling on her fragrant shoulder, she took it off her shoulder lightly, looked at it silently for a while, and then looked sideways.