The solemn heart of the treasure seems to have become a monk at this moment.

Thinking of more than 30 years in this life, Mingxin sighed with emotion, it was difficult to abide by the rules and precepts when he entered Buddhism, ate meat food, entered the world, moved vulgar thoughts, and harbored paranoia. At this moment, it seems to go back to the period of the little novice, just to fill his stomach, he went up the mountain early when he was young, and Mingxin still remembers that his mother crossed the mountains and mountains, braved the goose feathers and heavy snow, and carried him on his back to staggered under the Shaomuro Mountain.

The wind and snow started again, and the heavy snow, which had been stopped for a long time, suddenly fell densely at this moment, and snowflakes the size of fingernails fell from the sky, bigger than before. The snowflakes fell into the field, and were illuminated by the golden light around Mingxin's body, turning into a touch of golden yellow, which was particularly dazzling and attracted everyone's attention.

That year, the snow under Shaolin Mountain was also the same as now, and the heavy snow blocked the view and blocked the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple. Just like now, when everyone looks at Mingxin again, the golden snowflakes also block everyone's sight.

The man, who was already seriously injured, shouted and ordered the man next to him, "Quick, stop him!"

Hearing this, the man hurriedly got up and strode towards the golden light Dasheng's Mingxin, but was stopped by a gust of wind and snow. He looked at Mingxin with a compassionate face in horror, and with a little pity in his grief and indignation, he shouted in a lost voice: "Mingxin! Stop!

The pupils of his eyes also changed to a golden bright heart, slowly looked at the man, pulled out a smile, and said: "I told the master that I went up the mountain to eat well, and the master said that I have a foolish root, although it is not as spiritual as the wisdom root, but the foolish root is the most suitable for cultivation. I didn't understand, so I asked Master what the Tao was, and Master said that Buddhism is the Tao, and it is the way of Buddhism that loves all sentient beings. I have been in the temple for 20 years, and many Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan scripture building have not been recited so far, and there are even many words that I don't know. ”

"It is said that the family is compassionate, and for many years I have always adhered to the identity of the monk, that is, I am greedy and love to eat meat. Master told me not to go back to the mountain for ten years, and now that it's the ninth year, I still can't understand the way that there is and what is nothing. ”

"I only know that I am such a friend, an annoying stinky bull nose, arrogant, self-righteous, sometimes very selfish, other girls like him, he thinks I don't understand, in fact, I always think he should agree to other girls. ”

"There is a saying in the world, saying that if you don't forget, there will be an echo, and Miss Yun has been reading it for 20 years, but there is still no response. ”

"Ox nose, bull nose, treat people well in the future, Miss Yun, don't think about protecting the rivers and lakes, now it seems that we are still too far from this rivers and lakes. ”

"Monk, I don't have anything good, just like many people say that we Henan people are not good, but we have one thing that is good, that is, we are righteous enough. Mingxin smiled, and said a little childishly: "We are not grandchildren, but we are not in the middle?"

Shi Youen burst into tears in the distance, crying: "Bald donkey, you fool! Stop!" But Mingxin was indifferent to Shi Youen's stop and turned a deaf ear.

In the midst of everyone's horrified looks, Mingxin raised his head, looked at the dark night sky where heavy snow fell, and slowly recited like a morning bell on a mountain: "May in my next life, when I attain Bodhi, my body will be like glass, clear inside and out, and pure and flawless." ”

The dark night sky suddenly brightened, the water of the rolling river stopped rushing at this moment, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, countless golden rays of light shone down from the clouds, and there were thousands of gods and Buddhas standing behind the clouds, all of them chanting Buddha horns, and the voice was solemn and majestic.

The golden light shining down from the clouds is like a waterfall of the Tianhe River, flowing to the golden light of Mingxin.

The three men, and the injured man, looked at this scene with frightened faces, trying to escape, but they couldn't move their feet. Wu Hou hurriedly pulled up Guan Qingyao, who was stunned on the side, the tears on her face had not dried, and she was still looking at the bright heart in the golden light. Wu Hou wondered what was wrong with Guan Qingyao, but it was too late to ask more about the situation in front of him, and the two of them had to quickly stay away from this battlefield.

As Mingxin's compassion became more and more abundant, the water in the Qiantang River, which no longer flowed, suddenly stood up, revealing the bottom of the ravine. The treasures of thousands of gods and Buddhas behind the dark clouds in the sky revealed their true faces at this moment.

Some of them have compassionate faces, their hands up and down, and their hands are tied up and down, and some are wearing black beads, their ears are shoulder-length, and they are looking angrily at the world, holding a pair of gilded hammers; and some of them have golden bodies, like clear glass, with smiling eyes and loving eyes for all beings. Thousands of gods and Buddhas, chanting the Buddha's horn in unison, the sound is like winter thunder and shock, each phase is different, such a magnificent scene, some Jianghu warriors can not see it in their lives.

In the city of Hangzhou this night, thunder thundered in the sky during the snowfall season in winter, and the people sitting at home looked at the sky outside, and the direction of the Qiantang River flashed and thundered in the goose feather snow.

People with darkness in their hearts are shivering and curled up in the bed, feeling inexplicable fear. The monks who chant sutras every day in the city, the sea is empty, and if they meet the spring breeze, the Buddhist principles that have not been understood for many years are enlightened on this night.

In the present world of gods and Buddhas, there should be rewards and punishments, and the rewards are good people who accumulate virtue and do good, and good people have their own good fortune as the champions of high school. The punishment is for the wicked who have a vicious heart and a cold temperament, and the wicked suffer from panic and fear every day.

Mingxin, who was wrapped in golden light, could no longer see his true face, and his golden eyes were also dissolved in the golden light, turning into a ball, which was extremely eye-catching. The standing river rises slowly, and the water vapor surrounds the bank of the river, and it has become a fairyland-like area.

The god and Buddha in the sky holding a gilded hammer shot a golden light from his eyes, shooting at the man holding each other on the ground and the man still holding the hilt of the mountain-opening knife in his hand. When this golden light strikes, the two of them will surely fall into hell and will never be human.

In one direction of Hangzhou City, a clear light rose in the Lingyin Temple, rushed to the sky above the riverside, and came straight to the gods and Buddhas. After the clear light dissipated, a young figure appeared in mid-air, folded his hands, and chanted: "Amitabha." ”

In the face of the gods and Buddhas, the figure of the young monk is slightly thin, and in front of the huge Buddha statue, he is as small as a grain of sand in the world. With his appearance, the golden light that shot towards the riverside disappeared into invisibility when it reached the remaining thirty meters of the riverbank.

The young monk made a handprint on the upper right and lower left, and said compassionately: "The world has its own cause and effect, my Buddha is merciful, and now there are Buddhist disciples who are good at asking for divine orders, although it is to save people, but in fact it is to break the rules of heaven and earth." Karma has karmic consequences, and those who hurt others will be retributed by the world, but most of the things in the red dust arise because of the people in the red dust. ”

A burst of incomprehensible words came out of the young monk's mouth, and as he recited the scriptures, the river slowly fell into the river, returning to a rushing state, and the sea of clouds in the sky gathered, and the faces of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were hidden in it, and they were never seen again.

The young monk put away his handprints and fell into the river, looking at Mingxin, who was sitting cross-legged in the snow with the golden light fading.

"Why bother?"

Mingxin, who had a miserable face, smiled bitterly and said, "Dare to ask you?"

"A little monk in Lingyin Temple who can only meditate, you don't have to know my name. ”

The man and the man who survived the catastrophe staggered to their feet and looked at the young monk, even if they were fools, they knew that it was this young monk who saved the lives of both of them.

The man opened his mouth to thank him, "Thank you master for saving me, I'm Jinan Kong..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the young monk, "Needless to say, the poor monk is not interested in knowing, leave this place quickly, and stop here." ”

The man's face was embarrassed, he hesitated for a while, and then mustered up the courage to reply, "Master, we can't let Shi You go." ”

Shi Youen has always been worried about Mingxin, and he would rather use his body to kill the enemy by inviting the gods and Buddhas to kill the enemy, so that this arrogant Taoist priest is embarrassed to the extreme. At this moment, seeing that Mingxin's life was unharmed, Shi Youen rolled and crawled, drew a trace in the snow, and came to Mingxin's side with difficulty.

Mingxin, who was sitting cross-legged in the snow, glanced at Shi Youen weakly, and said with a smile, "Niubi, am I better than you?" Shi Youen's eyes were red, and he nodded silently. Mingxin said sadly, "I just failed to convert these donors, alas, it seems that you are destined to have this catastrophe." ”

Shi Youen grinned, there were still blood stains on his teeth, and the wounds on his body oozed black blood as he crawled just now.

"Does it hurt?" asked Mingxin.

Shi Youen replied, "It hurts." ”

The other three people in the distance also came here, and Yun Yue, who had lost her combat effectiveness, walked with the support of a man with only one single hook left. When they got closer, Yun Yue threw herself at Shi Youen and Mingxin, collapsed in the snow, and said desolately: "You... Alas!"

Shi Youen looked at the shocking wound on Yun Yue's shoulder, and said uncomfortably: "You are also injured." ”

Yun Yue bowed her head silently, the three of the eight masters were defeated by three unknown young men tonight, and it was really ridiculous and generous to say it.

Shi Youen, who was out of his own spirit, suddenly looked at the two of them sadly, and blamed himself, "It's me who is dragging you down, Yuesu, I'm sorry for you in this life, and I'll be in the next life." ”

Mingxin and Yun Yueso glanced at each other, and they both smiled.

The young monk looked at the three of them, shook his head secretly, and whispered in a secular tone, "It's really a hard-working mandarin duck, oh, no, it's not a mandarin duck yet." ”

Then he looked at the four people gathered together, and said to the man in charge, "The rest of the people are at your disposal, but if you hurt my Buddhist disciples, I promise that the four of you will not leave Hangzhou City." ”

The man was overjoyed when he heard this, and nodded again and again, "It must be." ”

The young monk turned around and was about to leave, but when he was about to fly away, Mingxin stopped him, "Wait." ”

The monk turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

Mingxin said: "Why don't you save it with my two friends?"

The monk looked at Shi Youen, sneered, and replied: "He is a Taoist family, whether he is dead or alive, what does it matter to my bald head who recites Buddha?"

Mingxin's brows furrowed, and his heart said that his family was compassionate, and saving people's lives was better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, but the monk in front of him who was far greater than his own cultivation and sent away the gods and Buddhas with a passage of scriptures, how could he be so cold?

Before Mingxin could ask again, the young monk left without turning his head, and after only three or two steps, he walked out of a few miles away, out of everyone's sight.

In the messy field, there were only a few people left, Wu Hou and Guan Qingyao didn't dare to continue to get closer, and kept stopping and watching from a distance. The seriously injured man was helped to come to Shi Youen and the three of them, and forced out a smile.

"Mingxin, I really can't imagine that God ordered this kind of thing that has been lost for thousands of years to let you find it from the scriptures. ”

Mingxin smiled gently, and replied: "The advantage of the foolish root is that the root bone is not very good, but the luck is really good, I only read one-tenth of the classics in the Tibetan scripture building for twenty years, and then I found this divine order, not only practiced, but also destroyed it." ”

The man looked at Mingxin with unkind eyes, but in the end, he still didn't forget the words of the young monk just now, so he had to ignore Mingxin anymore, and shifted his gaze to Shi Youen, his expression gradually cold.

Shi Youen struggled to sit up, raised his trembling right arm, forced himself to take a breath, and said with a smile: "Although it is difficult to stand up, you can't sit still and wait for death, come again with a dagger!"

Standing behind the man, the man with the dagger took a step forward, he was still standing, Shi Youen couldn't stand up, and the two of them made a judgment with superior strength.

The biggest reason why he lost to this person is not the lack of true qi and internal strength, but the loss of scheming and means, not to mention, the man who made the dagger practiced the skill of killing, and was most suitable for fighting alone with people at night.

"Kill him!" commanded the man.

The man took a step forward with the dagger, Yun Yue said to stop her, and the single-hook man directly hooked Yun Yue's collar and pulled her to the side. Mingxin was a little anxious, but because of the huge consumption just now, let alone getting up to help, it was very difficult to stand up at this time.

Seeing that the man was about to walk in front of Shi Youen, Shi Youen's trembling arm could never stop the man's dagger.

Wu Hou suddenly felt a little unbearable, his head twisted away, and his eyes looked to the side, he really couldn't see the bloody scene of someone being killed in front of him.

But before he could think of it, when the man's dagger was just halfway out, it stopped there in a gust of cold wind and instantly turned into powder. The man looked at this scene in horror, and the accomplices behind him also looked left and right, there were too many frightens tonight, and their nerves were a little haggard. When Mingxin and Yun Yuesu saw this scene, they laughed happily, although they didn't know why this dagger was destroyed inexplicably.

"There are still people!" the man looked viciously at the road to the west, and a man under the street lamp was walking unhurriedly.

This is an old man, about sixty years old, tall, dressed in a white robe, walking in the snow if you don't look closely, it's really not easy to find.

The four of them looked at this figure in disbelief, and watched him walk past Wu Hou and Guan Qingyao under the gaze of their eyes, with a fairy wind and bones, and naturally stood between Shi Youen and the four.

The man looked at Lao Dao suspiciously, and asked suspiciously, "You broke the dagger?"

Lao Dao nodded, "Not bad." ”

The man was a little frightened, and then a little angry, and asked in a deep voice, "You want to save people?"

Lao Dao nodded again, "Not bad." ”

The man secretly scolded his mother, and the three men looked at each other, with a suspicious look in their eyes. Mingxin's Vajra didn't hurt the man, and he almost killed himself by inviting the gods and Buddhas to invite the gods, and then there was a young monk who sent away the gods and Buddhas with unfathomable cultivation and saved himself, but told himself not to hurt Mingxin. Now there is another old way, who looks like a fairy and has the demeanor of everyone, and he actually wants to save Shi Youen.

The man, who had already nested a belly of fire, said angrily: "Why did you save him!"

Lao Dao stretched out two fingers and pointed to the rushing river in the Qiantang River, and a majestic true qi shot out from his fingertips, dividing the Qiantang River into two, and branching out a road from it, and you can see the bottom of the river at a glance.

Lao Dao pointed to the river, and said with a face as usual: "With this." ”

Then Lao Dao turned to look in the direction where the young monk had left, and blamed: "Doesn't the life and death of the Taoist family have nothing to do with what you chant Buddha? ”

A sentence drifted in the wind from afar, "I won't save it, what can you do with me?"

Lao Dao shook his head speechlessly, and said in a low voice: "It's still like this." Then he ignored the four people who looked at Duan Jiang and were stunned, turned around and looked at Shi Youen with a smile.

Shi Youen's eyes were full of joy when he saw this old Taoist enter just now, and now he looked at the old way, and laughed happily and shouted, "Little uncle." ”

Lao Dao touched the tip of his nose and stroked his beard, nodded and said, "You, you, how did you make this embarrassing appearance." ”

Shi is kind and good-looking, but his skills are not as good as others, what can he say?

Lao Dao turned around again, looked at the stunned four people and said, "Go back, you can't kill people, you have already injured him like this, so let's stop it." ”

"Don't be afraid, when you go back, tell your master that it was the Azure Dao people who rescued Shi Youen. Also, you have to make it clear, I'm a Tianqing Daoist, and I'm a kind little uncle, do you know?"

"If your master is not satisfied, you can go into hiding to find me, and my azure four eyebrows are waiting for you at any time. ”

The four of them nodded in silence, didn't dare to say a word of the truth, and left the place in embarrassment. Lao Dao looked at the four people who left in embarrassment, nodded with satisfaction, and said in his heart that these people were quite interesting, and they didn't do it stupidly with themselves. Lao Dao turned around and waved his hand casually to the river, and the river resumed its galloping, and the broken river also returned to its original state.

Seeing that the four of them were gone, Shi Youen and the three of them let out a long breath, and they all had a feeling of the rest of their lives.

Shi Youen looked at Lao Dao, regardless of the injuries on his body, and asked, "Uncle Xiao, how do you know that I am here?"

Lao Dao raised his hand and pointed to the sky, Shi Youen looked up and saw a star faintly overhead, and the light was dim. Lao Dao slowly said: "Yesterday, I noticed that there was something strange in the world in the Central Plains, and I made a hexagram when I had nothing to do. There's no way, senior brother kicked his legs and left first, you were expelled from the mountain gate and wandered in the world, I don't protect you, who will protect you?"

When Shi Youen heard this, he lowered his head like a child and held back the tears of emotion.

Lao Dao walked in front of him, squatted down and looked at Shi Youen, who was scarred all over his body, and asked, "How is it?

Shi Youen shook his head, "I can't die." ”

Lao Dao glared, "You're going to die, what else can I do to save you?" I pretend to be a Taoist every day, I don't dare to call myself a real person of Daomen, you think you are a real person of Daomen?

Shi Youen raised his head, and when Uncle Xiao said this, he didn't laugh angrily, and grinned like a teenager. Mingxin and Yun Yuesu on the side glanced at each other, and they had never seen such a grace.

Lao Dao was silent for a while, looked into Shi Youen's eyes and said, "Come with me to Tibet, the Central Plains will not be peaceful." ”

Shi Youen nodded heavily and mumbled.