The sun sets, the clouds are misty, the pines and cypresses in the apse of Sumeru Peak are lonely, the flowers and plants are secluded, the slanting sun scatters sporadically from the branches, the light spots are finely broken, and the shadows are sufficient.

Zhiran in the abbot's room took off the glorious robe, put on a somewhat white monk's robe, and stepped on a pair of patched old monk shoes.

Abbot Zhiran folded his hands in front of his abdomen, staring at the large sparkling water tank in front of the window, there were several lotus flowers in the tank, five blooming, one waiting to open, and one withering.

Zhiran stood in front of the window for a long time, not knowing whether it was deep thought or remembrance, maybe both, with a small piece of sky light swaying in his eyes.

With a soft sigh, Abbot Zhiran pinched his fingers and picked up the flowers, and cut off the withered lotus from the roots, and as soon as the residual lotus left the branches, it turned into a little light dust, and the fine sand generally flowed down from the fingers between Zhiran's palms, and gently infiltrated the water surface.

With a soft sound, the lotus to be opened, the flower bloomed one petal, and Zhiran's originally solemn face was wrinkled and smiling.

Huang Shang turned into a yellow dog galloping, and it was only tea time from the peak to Sumeru Peak.

At the gate of the abbot of Zhiran, the chai door was half-hidden, but Huang Sheng hesitated for a long time, stretched out his hand several times and retracted it, a little entangled.

"Lord Townguard has already arrived at the humble house, why are you hesitating?"

Huang Shang stretched out his hand and rubbed some of the tangles between his eyebrows, pulled the broken hair between his forehead and his sideburns, pushed away the firewood, and walked in slowly.

"Amitabha, Zhiran has seen Lord Zhenshou. ”

Zhiran paced out of the room, bowed down and stood at the foot of the steps, with a palm on his chest, singing the Buddha's horn.

Huang Sheng blessed his body slightly, calmly looked directly at Zhiran's gentle and compassionate eyes, and said lightly: "Nansheng is still alive." ”

"Amitabha, Uncle Wuxiang can feel at ease without regrets. ”

Zhiran smiled with relief, and turned sideways to invite Xiao Xu in the yellow dress house.

Huang Sheng waved his hand, his face was sad, and he bowed to Abbot Zhiran again.

"Wuxiang Zen Master is a person who doesn't care about his name in front of and behind him, but in the end, you know that he is a Shura lineage, and you can cover it up for him thoughtfully, you do a good job, Huang Sheng is here to thank you. ”

"Uncle Shi as the first lecture in the Hanging Temple, respected, for hundreds of years has been shielding the Hanging Temple, many times when the building is about to collapse, it is the Uncle Shi secretly turned the tide, so that the Hanging Temple has no danger. ”

Zhiran spread out the hand that was holding the flowers, and there were still scattered light dust attached to the palm lines, and the light was the same dust, Zhiran smiled indifferently, remembering but not melancholy.

"Uncle Shi worked hard, but he was not greedy for power, he was willing to live in seclusion for the peak, and now Uncle Shi has converted to Western Buddhism, as the abbot of a temple, he will definitely protect the last dignity of Uncle Shi. ”

As for this, Huang Shang and Huang Shang were speechless.

"What is Nan Sheng doing now?" Zhi Ran held the rosary in his hand and asked softly.

"Nansheng is okay now, he has changed his name to Nan Wang, and he will travel far away from the mountain in the near future. Huang Shang withdrew from that sad emotional atmosphere, and the depressed emotions between his eyebrows and eyes began to slowly stretch.

"I want to travel with Nan Wang, and I hope the abbot agrees. ”

"The town guard has worked hard for hundreds of years, and the merit is great, a hundred years ago, the contract between Uncle Wuxiang and you expired, you are already free, but you voluntarily stay behind, and you are conscientious to protect the peace of the temple, and your admiration is indescribable. ”

"When the contract with the Hanging Temple expired, I was at a loss, I didn't know where to go, and I stayed in the temple for a long time, so I had to go to the stack. ”

Huangshang Temple has been resident for a hundred years, naturally witnessed too many changes in the temple, the old and serious abbot Zhiran in front of him, when he was a child, he also rode on his back, roaring mountains and forests, and couldn't help but smile.

"When Zhiran entered the temple, he was still a young monk with happy eyebrows, and now he is the abbot of the Hanging Temple. ”

"Zhiran thanked Lord Zhenshou for his many years of protection. ”

"You know my name is Huang Shang, and I used to call me Sister Huang. Huang Shang smiled resentfully and winked at Zhiran.

"As you get older, you become unfamiliar with me. ”

Zhiran smiled, folded his hands, and sincerely wished.

"The place of peace of mind, Fang is at ease in my hometown, now my sister has broken free from the fetters, the world is free to travel, Zhiran is also happy in his heart, I only hope that the road ahead is long, my sister is happy and safe. ”

Huang Shang suddenly jumped and came to Zhiran's side, stretched out his arms, stood on tiptoe and hugged Zhiran under his armpits, and wiped a few handfuls of Zhiran's bald head with one hand, just like Zhiran laughed and played when he was a child.

"Since you grew up and become an adult, you have become more and more boring, and you will not touch me. Huang Shang smiled sadly, let go of Zhiran, and ran towards the door with joy, but there was no Zhiran chasing behind him, which was a little boring.

"Let's go, take care, maybe I'll be back in the future. ”

Huang Shang paused in front of him, turned his back to Zhiran, and spoke in a quiet tone.

"Welcome home at any time, if you are wronged outside, remember to tell me, you are not talented, and you still have a few catties of scriptures and theories. ”

Zhiran stood in place, looking at Huang Shang, and suddenly took out something from his arms and threw it to Huang Shang.

"Qingxinling, I can't accept such a Buddhist treasure!" Huang Shang looked at the thing in his hand and hesitated.

"This thing is remembered in your past labor, temporarily borrowed from you, of course, the loan period is undecided, when it will be according to your mood. The prohibition attached to the Qingxin Bell has been erased by me, and you can refine it with confidence. ”

Huang Shang is no longer twisted, the colorful and exquisite bell hangs around the neck, the bell is as small as a peach pit, carved hollow, densely covered with Sanskrit scriptures, a white light bell in the middle, Huang Shang gently shakes, the bell rings Ding Dong, such as the spring water in the mountains, such as the breeze in the pasture, the wind on the flat land around it, there is a white light cover suddenly appeared, the golden runes on it circulate, endlessly, Huang Shang was surprised, and he couldn't put it down.

Huang Shang fiddled with it for a while before he threw a golden bowl from his sleeve and smiled slyly at Zhiran.

"Come and don't be rude, I didn't expect it, you are even willing to give me Qingxinling, and it is not good for people to hide this purple gold bowl privately, this is a relic of the phaseless, so I entrusted it to you. ”

"Amitabha. Zhiran held the golden bowl in his hand and nodded in greeting.

"Let's go!" Huang Shang stopped falling in love with the stack and pushed the door out.

"Take care!" Zhiran stretched out his hand to rub his bald head, and muttered in a low voice.

About tea time, there was another sound outside the door.

"Zhiran, I'm back again!" a head poked out of the door, waving his hand high.

"Can you do me another favor?"

"Yes. ”

"Jingqing, Qingyunzi, Princess Derui and others are suspicious of Nan Sheng's death, and now they are secretly making an appointment to go up the mountain tomorrow, now Nan Sheng's spirit is unstable, and he is still at a critical juncture, he can't leave easily, can you help me stop it?"

"Good!"

"Thank you!" Huang Sheng thanked him with joy and gratitude.

A square thing flew diagonally into the garden from outside the wall, Zhiran stretched out his hand and landed steadily in his hand, Zhiran fixed his eyes and saw that it was the chess scale called Zongheng that Uncle Shi was quite a treasure. There are two chess jars on it, containing black and white chess pieces, which are shining brightly.

Abbot Zhiran paced to the door, and looked into the distance, the yellow dress had already been ridden in the dust, and the trace was far away.

Zhiran held a golden bowl in his left hand and a chess table in his right hand, looking back and forth, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Zhiran put the golden bowl and chess scales in a stack, freed his hand, stretched out his hand and pressed the top of the head of the stone lion sitting in front of the door, and saw that the stone lion's eyes were suddenly shining, and the muscles and bones around his body were slowly stretched, and he jumped down from the stone seat.

"Send these two treasures to the cave of Damo. ”

The stone lion knew human language, obediently opened his fanged mouth, Zhiran put the purple gold bowl and chess scale into it, gently patted the beast's head, and gave a slow command, and saw the stone lion bow down, and suddenly exert force under his feet, rushing towards the Dharma Cave, the speed was fast and lightning.

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The retreat stone room of the Dharma Cave is only a few feet in circumference, and the interior furnishings are extremely simple, only a futon, an oil lamp, and nothing else.

The walls are engraved with dense text, which is the experience of the monks of the Hanging Monastery during their retreat and the secret scriptures, densely packed with different fonts, covering the surrounding walls, not only that, but there is also not much white space on the floor tiles and domes.

The little monk Zhixiang has been in retreat here for some time, his eyes are a little black, his originally fat cheeks are also obviously sunken, more than half an inch of hair grows on the top of his head, the monk's robe is dirty, and his shoes are not missing.

Zhixiang held a lamp in one hand and drew between the ravines of the words on the wall with the other, word by word, reading very haggardly, but a pair of eyes became brighter and brighter, obviously benefiting a lot.

"Bang bang bang!" rang out from outside the stone room with three rhythmic knocks on the door.

Zhixiang gradually woke up from the hungry state of curiosity, took a few steps back, and put on the monk's shoes accurately, shook the monk's robe, and pushed the door out.

There was a bowl and a chessboard outside the door, and Zhixiang looked down the mountain, and a cloud of dust and smoke rolled away, making it difficult to identify the real body.

Zhixiang naturally recognized it as a relic of his master, although he knew the master's arrangement, but when he saw things and thought about people, he still couldn't hide his sadness, and two lines of clear tears meandered down.

"Master!" Zhixiang whimpered quietly, his fingers tapped the golden bowl, and the sound of shimmering sounds, Qingyue melodious, echoed in the mountains.

Heterogeneous germination, brilliant weather, a rich avenue luck slowly rises from the surroundings, Xiayi Xia Jin is like a thousand shapes, and Yunfeng Yunxiu is reborn.

Zhixiang knelt in front of the Dharma Cave, was a tearful eye, but was stunned by the difference in front of him, there is his own avenue traction, Zhixiang only felt that he was quite familiar with the qi, stretched out his hand, and saw the mountain luck whirling for no reason, quickly gathered in front of the Dharma Cave, infiltrated into the body of the little monk Zhixiang.

Zhixiang's heart, which was already somewhat dry, was nourished by those familiar luck, like a long drought and a rainy day, and gradually regained vitality. There is also a majestic river in the heart field, meandering endlessly, and since then there is no worry about the heart field drying up.

Not only that, Zhixiang's face has also recovered, his face is full of red light, full of energy, Zhixiang naturally knows that the changes around him come from the gift of the ancestors' qi, the spring silkworm is dead to the end, the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry, and the little monk can hardly hide the sadness in his heart, and cry.

"Master!" Zhixiang reached the ground with his knees, facing the peak, and knelt down.

"Bo Bo Bo ......" from the abbot's room window in front of the water tank sounded a few soft sounds, Zhiran looked back, the bud bud and three petals bloomed.