Luoyang White Horse Temple, founded in the Eastern Han Dynasty, is the first temple built after Buddhism was introduced to China. From the day of its establishment, it was highly respected by the government and the people. For thousands of years, after the rise and fall, but has been the incense has been circulating, in the Central Plains Buddhism, there are "ancestral garden" and "the source of interpretation" said.

In the practice world, the White Horse Temple is actually an orthodox sect of Buddhism, with a broad and profound inheritance and countless masters. Even the Lamaism that followed the Mongolian iron horse to the south also avoided it, and under the witness of Kublai Khan, the ancestor of the Yuan dynasty, made a gentleman's covenant with the White Horse Temple, "to be commensurate with the same door, and to be polite and respectful to each other". In the Central Plains, in addition to the four Bodhisattva dojos, as well as the Quanzhen Zhongnan Mountain and Zhengyi Longhu Mountain of the Daomen, the White Horse Temple is one of the few temples. It can be seen that the inheritance and heritage of the White Horse Temple.

When the Japanese army captured Luoyang, the city was on fire everywhere, the people shouted to the heavens and the earth, the White Horse Temple presided over the master of Yuanfa, opened the door of convenience, accepted countless refugees, and personally went to the Yuan army's big account, and Kublai Khan and Ba Sipa and others talked about it, and finally Luoyang was saved from repeated misery. Yes, in the folk, when it comes to it, in Luoyang, no one knows it.

Even if the world is in turmoil, the White Horse Temple, the incense is even worse, and the nearby temple fairs are still bustling. If you come to the White Horse Temple five miles away, you can see a bustling crowd of people and stalls, and there is noise everywhere. Steaming, fragrant all kinds of pasta, all kinds of rouge jade pendants, Jinpa sachets, and a three-foot-high stage, the old way of telling hexagrams and looking at the face, shaking their heads and shaking their heads, a few scholars of all ages and children, walking through it, walking and stopping, leisurely. It took a long time to squeeze into the gate of the White Horse Temple with the flow of people. Looking at countless good men and women, holding incense and candles, lined up from the door to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, walking behind, Guo Min, who was still dressed as a man, couldn't help waving her fan, and swept away the choking green smoke.

The middle-aged Confucian who was in the lead, he didn't know what spells he had used, and he always looked vague, and at this moment he frowned rarely, and said, "The sage said, don't say anything. I can't imagine that ordinary people have been oppressed by the thieves, but they all come to worship these mud bodhisattvas. After that, he led a few people behind him to the backyard of the temple in an instant, standing quietly outside a pomegranate forest.

After a while, I heard the sound of the Buddha's horn, and the master of the starry sky, the presiding officer of the White Horse Temple, led a group of temple people to appear in front of everyone.

The middle-aged Confucian priest, when he saw the master of sexual emptiness wearing the abbot's robe, took a closer look at it, and then put his hands behind him and looked around. Here, the emptiness of the void said, "Amitabha, the little monk is empty, I don't know that the great monk came to the Han Temple, and he was disappointed. The middle-aged Confucian did not answer, and said to himself while watching, "After nearly a hundred years, I didn't expect that so many pomegranates were planted in this courtyard." "With a bit of a gloomy atmosphere.

After starry sky was shocked and asked three times, the middle-aged Confucian turned around again, stared at the face of the master of sexuality, and said slowly, "Master of sexuality, you really became an abbot and forgot the front edge." ”

Master Xingkong, looking at the gradually clear face in front of him, suddenly raised his right hand, his index finger trembled, "Are you a Zhao official?" Song Dynasty, the emperor, is called an official. At this moment, Xingkong blurted out Zhao Daguan, which is a pun.

The middle-aged Confucian was Zhao Haoran, the owner of the East Pole Island, and when he heard Xingkong shouting like this, he also smiled slightly, "It's Zhao." Back then, Master Xingkong was the governor of the temple at that time, Xiao-Sheng, "Zhao Haoran, I don't know what's going on, when I was young, I paused slightly, "Or accompanied by the master, I had a glimpse of the scenery and bearing of the White Horse Temple." ”

The master of emptiness, hearing Zhao Haoran say this, had no doubts in his heart, the expression on his face was unpredictable, twitching slightly, and then looked at Zhao Haoran, who was dressed in a broad blue shirt, bowed with his palms together, and said, "I don't know if you are coming, emptiness, sins and sins." ”

Everyone present saw a hint of strangeness, but it was difficult to speak. That Guo Min stood behind Zhao Haoran, pouted, and secretly slandered, "No wonder the master hesitated for a long time before deciding to save Master Huiming, and didn't let the second uncle lead the team, and came in person." It turned out to be quite related and hidden. ”

At this moment, he didn't mention it, but just led the monks and led Zhao Haoran and others respectfully and politely, and walked slowly around the back temple, talking to Zhao Haoran from time to time about the difference between the past and today. That night, Wuxu and Guo Min Longzhu moonlight, clouds and rain in front of Qiyun Tower. The empty monk, Fang Cai clasped his palms together and said to Zhao Haoran, "This Qiyun Pagoda, that day, also climbed high to see the Quartet. Now that I have returned from farewell, I don't know if there is Yaxing, a climb to the old tower, and a romantic story?"

Zhao Haoran, knowing that the master of emptiness must have some intentions, nodded. I saw the monks, scattered, sitting around Qiyun Pagoda, chanting the Buddha's name, separating Guo Min and others. Na Xingkong walked to the bottom of the tower, gently pushed open a small unlocked door with both hands, and made a gesture of please.

An hour passed, Guo Min and the others saw that Zhao Haoran and Master Xingkong came out of the bottom of the tower. After Zhao Haoran came out, he didn't speak, led everyone, accompanied by Master Xingkong, and left through a small door in the backyard.

When he arrived at the inn where he was resting, Zhao Haoran stopped everyone, especially Guo Min, from eagerly trying to try, returned to the room, closed the door and sat alone. When night fell and the lights came on, Zhao Haoran took everyone into the air and flew straight to Dongji Island in the East China Sea.

When he arrived at the place where the Yangtze River entered the sea, Zhao Haoran, who was silent in the air, said to Guo Min behind him in a deep voice, "That Lamaist Huiming is the little novice of the Hualien Miao Dharma Sect, and the Dharma name is Wuxu" Guo Min, who had already been suffocated, immediately said, "No wonder! It turns out that he is a member of the White Lotus Sect." No wonder, every time I saw him make a move, the white lotus came out all over the world, and the disciple once secretly looked at his mandala Dharma Realm, and the scenes inside were all things in our Han Buddhism. ”

Zhao Haoran is not interested in these. Guo Min was flying, while thinking back to the scene of getting along with Wuxu in the past, but he couldn't help but smile, "Hehe, Wuxu little novice, no wonder I saw my sister and was in a hurry"

Just thinking about it, he suddenly thought of the matter of Lushan, Guo Min hurriedly asked, "Master, where is the little novice now, why didn't you bring it out?" Zhao Haoran replied, "This person is practicing Buddhism with Master Yuanfa, and his life is worry-free." However, it didn't take a year and a half to come out. ”

"Oh-" Guo Min was slightly disappointed.

saw Zhao Haoran, shook his clothes, wrapped everyone in the vast sea, and accelerated his flight. In an instant, I have returned to Dongji Island.

Zhao Haoran was stunned and communicated with Lu Zixu and Luo Guiyi for a moment, and then flew back to his cave. Lu Zixu looked disappointed, looked at the people who came back with him, didn't have time to nod his head, and flew away. It was Luo Guiyi, in Guo Min's coquettish voice, laughed, cheered up, made a look of unbearable alcohol, said a few jokes, and ordered everyone to disperse.

On the way back, he couldn't help Guo Min's begging, Luo Guiyi, squinting his drunken eyes, looked at the location of Zhao Haoran's cave mansion, and then looked at the Central Plains Continent across the sea, and said in a low voice, "Min girl, you said that your master was in the backyard of the White Horse Temple at the time, and when he called himself Xiaosheng, he paused slightly?" Guo Min nodded. Luo Guiyi, raised his hand to open the ban on his cave mansion, and took Guo Min in. Leaning on the soft couch, she took a cup of hot tea handed by Guo Min, and said with a smile, "Ghost girl, please and sell well, do you want to play your uncle's words?" are you not afraid that your master will be angry?"

Guo Min smiled: "The master won't be angry." He is a righteous man and a gentleman, a monarch and a minister, and he is very strict, and at this moment, when he is melancholy, I will disturb him, and I will not be reprimanded?"

Luo Guiyi, after a burst of laughter, took a sip of tea, pondered for a while, and said, "It's inconvenient for Uncle Shi to say more about your master." Fang Cai is already talkative. If you want to know, either ask your master directly, or you can figure it out for yourself. ”

Guo Min did this kind of business that was not rewarded after being courteous several times, and suddenly cried with a sad face, shaking the hand of Xuanwu Zhenjun Luo Guiyi, and only said, "Uncle Laipi." ”

Who knows, the tricks that were tried and tested in the past have lost their miracles now. Luo Guiyi, not only did not say anything about Zhao Haoran, but asked, "Today, I didn't see the little monk who realized the void, isn't the little girl worried?"

Guo Min's face was flushed with shame, he grabbed Luo Guiyi's hand and said, "Uncle Shi, it's so serious." A little monk of the White Lotus Sect, what does it have to do with Min'er?"

Luo Guiyi laughed again, but he was thinking in his heart, "People are also Dharma Realm monks, and they saved your Uncle Kuzhu, and accompanied you on a tour, and even made a big fuss in the White Horse Temple, but you were not moved at all?"

Guo Min shook off Luo Guiyi's hand and said angrily, "Uncle Shi, do you want Min'er to marry a little monk who is Amitabha Buddha all day long?"

Luo Guiyi was sure in his heart, stretched out his hand to take Guo Min's hand, and said, "Silly girl, why do you think so badly of your uncle? However, the male should get married, and the female should marry. Uncle Shi is anxious about your life's events. Well, what do you think of my big apprentice, how is Long Qian?"

Guo Min's face changed, "Here we go again!" Uncle Long Qian, Min'er, as a junior, can't afford to climb high. ”

Luo Guiyi immediately smiled and said, "What uncle is not uncle, it's nothing more than secular etiquette, just screaming." Don't you also call me uncle? ”

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded, and a rolling voice came, "Xiao Min, why are you disturbing Uncle Lu's Qingxiu late at night, come here quickly, you have something important to tell your teacher!"

When Guo Min heard it, he responded in a loud voice, "Yes, yes." Then he got up, saluted Luo Guiyi, who was embarrassed, and flew out of his cave mansion, floating away under the bright moon.

is the so-called vague old man white horse line, that can ask the pomegranate forest.

The sea first heard of the false name, and the bright moon on the island finally had no basis.