A wide official road, the end of which leads to Gangneung City, the capital of the Tianshui Dynasty, is bustling with people and vehicles coming and going.

As the royal city of the Tianshui Dynasty, Gangneung City is known as the capital of worship, and at this moment, these pedestrians from all over the world, while sitting in a carriage, keep narrating all the history and past of Gangneung Castle with their children or servants beside them.

"See, a hundred miles from here is our royal city Jiangling City, where it is prosperous, I guarantee you have never seen it in your life haha......" A fat man who looked like a shopkeeper talked about Wangcheng proudly while eating, and his mouth was full of grease stains, and not long after he left, a caravan appeared again.

"Further on is Gangneung, child, you have to remember, the people there are either rich or expensive, but it is not something that ordinary people like us can offend, when you arrive in the royal city, you must be careful everywhere, but you can't be as lawless as you are in the village on weekdays, otherwise we will suffer a big loss." ”

The old man's voice sounded slowly from the middle of the caravan, and it seemed that an elder was carefully telling the juniors not to cause trouble for no reason.

Words like these constantly resounded in the official road, and among these people who came and went, there was a young man, his eyes lowered, quietly listening to the sound of discussion around him, sometimes raising his head and showing a trace of long-lost nostalgia......

"How impermanent the world is, who would have thought that the dirty little beggar back then would now become the immortal that these people yearn for......"

Bai Fan sighed leisurely, his eyes showed a little loneliness, cultivation is lonely, it is a road to walk on, you will slowly find that in the end, on this road, more and more people gradually disappear away, and in front of you, in addition to the endless end, there is only endless loneliness and gloom.

Bai Fan felt stunned, and in this moment, Bai Fan's aura was a little restrained, and soon became like an ordinary person, walking towards Jiangling City step by step......

Three days later, in front of an inconspicuous dilapidated temple in Jiangling City, when there were still three steps away from the temple, Bai Fan slowly stopped, and then silently raised his head with a solemn expression.

This time he entered the WTO, Bai Fan made two plans in his heart, one is to collect the mental power of all sentient beings to achieve the Buddha Kingdom in his palm, and the other is that he wants to follow the example of the Wanhua Holy Ancestor back then, and truly understand the suffering of all sentient beings in the mundane.

Although the two seem to have nothing to do with each other, they are actually closely related, because if there is a place in the world where the most sentient beings yearn for beautiful things, then there is no doubt that the Buddhist monastery is his best choice at the moment.

Because from ancient times to the present, burning incense and worshiping the Buddha has always been the only and only way for ordinary people to seek to communicate with heaven and earth, through this way, to desire the gods and Buddhas to satisfy their heart's desires, hoping that the heavens will send down mercy, so that they will be saved from their own disasters and bring good luck, even if most of the final results are disappointed by them, but in their hearts, they will only complain that they are not pious enough, and will not blame the gods and Buddhas for ignoring them.

Therefore, if Bai Fan wants to achieve the above two points, then he can only serve the Buddha with his body and become a real monk, and only in this way can he collect enough ordinary thoughts in the next few decades.

And the reason why Bai Fan came to this dilapidated temple is also because the name of this temple is somewhat special.

Wanhua Temple――

Seeing the three dim golden characters that had lost their original brilliance above the temple gate, Bai Fan's heart was very uncalm at the moment, because Bai Fan knew that in this Wanhua Temple, the Buddha statue enshrined was the Buddhist sage Wanhua Holy Ancestor who had made great wishes for the common people.

"If the misery in the world is not pure, I wish to never be afraid of the road......"

Bai Fan vaguely seemed to see a monk with his hands folded, his eyes were firm, and he walked down the fairy mountain without regrets, how sacred the back is, and how majestic it is, even if the back is just a person, but in Bai Fan's heart, it is no different from the gods and Buddhas......

In fact, in the cultivation world, there is such a compassionate monk like Wanhua Holy Ancestor, there are wisps of it throughout the ages, such as far away on the Lingzhou continent, in the Dizang Mountain, which is known as the holy land of Buddhist cultivation, there is such an existence, this person is known as the Dizang Emperor, and he is a rare peerless powerhouse in the Middle Three Days Realm on the Kyushu continent.

How powerful this Jizo Emperor is, few people in the cultivation world have seen it with their own eyes, but one of his words has inadvertently spread in the cultivation world, that is, "Hell is not empty, and I swear not to be a Buddha!!", this sentence is similar to that of Wanhua Holy Ancestor and others.

Bai Fan looked at it for a long time, bowed respectfully to Wanhua Temple, and then said.

"The name of the predecessors has been praised from generation to generation, and the disciples of the younger generations Bai Fan came to Wanhua Temple today to pray for the place where the golden body of the predecessors is resting, to understand the Dharma, and the place of offense is not strange to hope that the golden body of the predecessors is not strange. ”

As he spoke, Bai Fan bowed to the ground to express his inner respect, then straightened up and took a step forward.

One step fell, Bai Fan's appearance instantly became old, from a young man to an old man in an instant.

Then Bai Fan took the second step again, and the green silk fell off, along his shoulders, and fell to the ground.

At this time, Bai Fan's eyes were closed, his hands were folded, and he silently took the third step, this step Bai Fan said goodbye to his short practice, this step heralded that in the next few decades, he would become an ordinary mortal monk in the world.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

A Buddha chant, Bai Fan opened his eyes, at this moment, Bai Fan's eyes were not shrewd, they were replaced by a layer of old age, as if they were covered with a layer of turbid fog.

"I can't imagine that the ancient temple of thousands of years is now so dilapidated, and there is no trace ......of incense, which is sad and lamentable. ”

Bai Fan's eyebrows couldn't help but feel a little sad, you must know that the Holy Ancestor of Wanhua back then, for the sake of the common people in the world, I don't know how many hardships he went through, but he never thought that after countless years, the temple where his golden body lived was not angry at all. Seeing this, Bai Fan sighed and silently walked towards the central hall in front of him.

Soon Bai Fan came to the front of the main hall, maybe it was too long, and the original name in the main hall was already difficult to distinguish, Bai Fan looked at it, and followed the steps in.

............

"Amitabha, the disciple of later generations Bai Fan bowed to the Holy Ancestor......"

Soon in the main hall, in front of a Buddha statue, Bai Fan's incarnated old monk solemnly bowed three times and bowed nine times to the Buddha statue. Once you have entered the Buddha, you naturally need to worship the Buddha, which Bai Fan cannot ignore.

Then Bai Fan got up and began to look at the furnishings of the main hall, this hall is really too simple, except for two rows of old scripture shelves, the rest is those simple scriptures.

"Looks like we're going to have to clean up this place first. ”

Bai Fan said silently, and then waved his hand A golden aura was swung out, and suddenly in the main hall, a gust of wind was set off, and after the strong wind, the dust in the main hall dispersed and looked new.

After doing this, Bai Fan's eyes groaned slightly, thinking that since he had become a secular monk, then the name Bai Fan should be forgotten for the time being, and he should take the name that a monk should have, so what should be called? Bai Fan fell into thought.

Long......

Bai Fan had a flash of inspiration in his mind and spoke.

"Yes, since it is a sentient being who has entered the WTO and turned into red dust, then it will be called red dust in the future......"

The so-called red dust road, red dust, just like that, from this day on, in the dilapidated Wanhua Temple, there is an old monk named Hongchen from then on.

At first, the people around didn't think it was unusual, just a monk who was in distress and homeless and came here to live, but after a long time, everyone found a very strange thing.

That is, on the second day of the arrival of the old monk, many patients who were seriously ill miraculously returned to normal overnight.

And afterwards, I listened to what they said because they saw a monk in their sleep, and the monk smiled at them and cast a spell, and then when they woke up, they found that they were inexplicably better.

At first, this theory was only circulated by a few people, but it soon spread by ten or hundred, and it didn't take long for more people to know about it. And there are also people who draw the appearance of the monk with the memory of their dreams, which is exactly what Bai Fan looks like now. So, in the abandoned Wanhua Temple, the rumor of a monk came in the middle of the day recently, and it spread and poured into the homes of tens of millions of people, causing the entire Jiangling City to shake for a long time.

For all this, Bai Fan, who incarnated as a Hongchen monk, was silent, and still chanted silently every day, because this matter was indeed done by him secretly casting spells, and only in this way could he make the incense of Wanhua Temple flourish again, and only in this way would those secular people who had asked for gods and Buddhas gather more and more, and for him, it was the beginning of collecting wishes......