At the entrance of the Yangtze River in Poyang Lake, there is a monk on the bank, wearing a black monk's robe, a black monk's hat, and black monk's shoes. The monks walked on the shore and traveled east along the Yangtze River.

The rain was so heavy that the monks were already soaking wet, and every step they took could splash with muddy water. The heavy rain fell, and when I looked at it in parallel, it was white, and the dark clouds in the sky were rolling, pressing the entire earth, making people feel suffocated. Lightning roared from time to time with thunder, coming from the sky, and the Yangtze River water mixed with rain gradually began to overflow the road.

The monk didn't seem to feel the slightest, just walked apathically, and everything that happened seemed to be deaf to him. When passing through the villages and towns, adults and children had already taken refuge in their homes to avoid the rain, and some kind people saw that there were monks walking alone in the rain, so they shouted: "Master, walking in the thunderstorm, it is dangerous, come and take shelter from the rain!" But all the sounds were eventually drowned out by the sound of the thunderstorm.

The monk walked apathetically as he muttered to himself, "It's better to die, it's worth dying in God's punishment." It's good to die, it's worth dying to die in God's punishment. And so on, and so on, and so on, but no one heard, and I am afraid that only he could hear it.

Just like that, he didn't know where he was going or where he was going. When he came to the confluence of the two rivers, he found a small temple, standing alone at the head of the continent, and the water was raging, as if it was about to swallow the small temple at once.

The monk gritted his teeth, took three steps and made two steps, and came to the temple gate. This temple was originally used by nearby villagers to pray for the Buddha's blessing of their relatives who came out of the water, and the incense should have been very prosperous. But under the heavy rain, it seems a little lonely and lonely.

The monk looked at the temple gate that had been washed away by the flood, and said to himself, "Now you are as lonely as me, you bless the living beings nearby, but who will bless you at this time?"

Entering the temple gate, the monk felt helpless with everything in front of him: the steps were submerged by the water, and there were futons and many incense items floating on the water. The wooden fish and the Yiyi ritual weapon were either blown to pieces by the strong wind or floated on the water. In the whole small temple, it was clear and cold, and there was no incense at all.

Fortunately, the big Buddha in the temple is still solemn, still sitting on the worship platform, although the head is covered by yellow flags, but you can still vaguely feel the majesty of the Buddha's family. Before the water reached the altar, the monk shook his head with a wry smile, and after making a solemn pilgrimage to the Buddha, he climbed up to the altar and cleaned it roughly.

Sitting on the altar and facing the Buddha, the monk looked up at the Buddha reverently and murmured: "Buddha, you are merciful to the world, but who will have mercy on your golden body now?"

"The disciple is a monk, and he should be calm and calm, and the green lantern scriptures are always accompanied by the Buddha, but the world is Lang Lang, and the universe is clear, who doesn't want to make meritorious contributions? Maybe the disciple should not indulge in the world, but whenever the disciple sees those who are suffering in the world, the disciple wants to change them with his own strength, so that they can live a more dignified life. The disciple wanted to assist Ming Jun and recreate the glory of the Han people, so that the Han family would no longer be enslaved by foreign races for thousands of years. But the disciple destroyed the dragon vein of the Ming Dynasty with his own hands, the disciple is unknown, the disciple is really unknown, why the disciple is pious but can't get the due result, the disciple is unwilling!"

At this time, a lightning bolt swept outside the house, with a thunderous thunder that shone on the face of the Buddha. The monk saw that the kind and kind Buddha was glaring at him like the Four Heavenly Kings at this moment, with angry eyes and teeth and claws.

Dao Yan was startled, and hurriedly prostrate on the ground, trembling and bowing: "The disciple knows that he is wrong, the disciple knows that he is wrong, the Buddha you blame right, the disciple should not be obsessed." A disciple should not be attached to Hongchen, greedy and ignorant, the three precepts are all committed, the disciple should die, but the disciple is really not quiet, he can't calm down! If the Ming Dynasty is really destroyed in the hands of the disciple, won't the disciple become a person who has been infamous through the ages?"

At this time, another lightning flashed, and the sound of explosion thunder sounded again, and a majestic roar suddenly sounded in Dao Yan's mind: "Dao Yan, Dao Yan, you are the Dharma name Dao Yan, why don't you promote the Dharma and derive the existence of the Dao? You just picked up your real name Yao Guangxiao, and you are a disciple of Buddhism in vain when you are running between worldly fame and fortune." All things in the world have a fixed number, but do you want to go against the sky? There is a certain number of prosperity and decline, how can there be no basis for separation? The Zhu family's country will definitely prosper when it is prosperous, and it will also decline when it is declining.

At this time, the Big Buddha suddenly stretched out his hand and swept away towards Dao Yan, Dao Yan was powerless to resist, soaring in the air, and falling rapidly as if falling into an abyss. In the process of falling, Dao Yan kept trying to reach out and grab something, but he couldn't catch anything, and he didn't catch it, he only felt an inexplicable fear.

After waking up suddenly, Dao Yan sat up suddenly, he touched the beads of sweat on his head and muttered: "What the Buddha said is right, everything in the world is vain, it is a dream." Whether it's a dream or a nightmare, it's all a dream. "Looking up at the majestic Buddha in his dream, he has become kind and solemn again. A burst of sunlight shone in and shone on the face of the Buddha, emitting a golden light.

Oh, it turns out that the rain has stopped, the sun has come out, and the world is still so beautiful, and all the troubles of yesterday have disappeared with yesterday's flood.

Dao Yan got up and began to busy tidying up the small temple, just in time for the nearby villagers to come over to repair it, Dao Yan participated in it, and tidied up the small temple with the villagers. The simple villagers, seeing Dao Yan coming out of the small temple, thought that the Buddha had sent him to bless them with a safe life, so they worshipped Dao Yan as a god, and prayed that this god would stay and bless this water and soil.

Dao Yan happily stayed, and the villagers left happily, Dao Yan turned his head and muttered to himself, "This is no longer a lonely little temple, and I am no longer a lonely monk." After speaking, a smile appeared on his face facing the setting sun.

Let's say that after a few days of recuperation, Fang Xiaoru's wonderful hands rejuvenated, and Xi Zhen was finally able to go to the ground with support. Pei Feng walked to the back hall of the library step by step with Xi Zhen in his arms, Han Santong and Mei Yin were making tea and talking, and when they saw Xi Zhen coming, the two of them owed a debt and guided Xi Zhen to sit down.

"Senior brother, you are the biggest here, there is something you have to decide for me" Xi Zhen sat down, without the slightest politeness, but immediately began to show his identity as a junior brother. Because he knows that the two senior brothers are the best senior brothers in the world, and as long as he wants, they will find a way to do it for him.

"Oh, you can tell me, is it who offended our family Xi Shaoxia? Say it, the senior brother will call the shots for you. "Han Santong is in a good mood today, not only is the little junior brother able to go to the ground, but more importantly, the brothers are reunited, which is rare.

Sure enough, Xi Zhen began to put himself on the side of the disadvantaged again, and played the prestige of the little junior brother again. He suddenly pointed at Mei Yin and said, "It's him, second senior brother, he took advantage of me and threatened to beat me." I'm a sick person now, I'm a sick person, he doesn't take care of me, he still takes advantage of me, and what's even more infuriating is that he actually threatened to beat me, which Feng can testify. ”

Han Santong seems to have known what he will say for a long time, this little junior brother, I'm afraid he knows best. Han Santong looked at Xi Zhen playfully, took a sip of tea, and after listening to his accusation with great interest, he forced back the smile in his heart and said, "Well, this is a problem, and it's a big problem, our Xi Shaoxia is unhappy." ”

Mei Yin also couldn't help laughing, but then said with a straight face: "Young Master Xi, your body is better, and you have the strength to complain, it seems that you are not seriously injured." Mei Yin's sentence Young Master Xi deliberately said very seriously.

Xi Zhen slapped the table, pointed at Mei Yin again, and yelled at Han Santong at the same time: "Look, look, in front of Senior Brother, he is still threatening me." Do you want me to heal my injuries and beat me? Mei Er, you are becoming more and more bold now, and you are less and less concerned about the senior brother, believe it or not, I will go back and tell the master?"

Han Santong, Mei Yin and Pei Feng looked at each other, and suddenly laughed at the same time, this laugh was really back and forth, and they couldn't stop at all. Xi Zhen sat there, watching the three of them laughing unscrupulously, holding a breath in his heart, but he really didn't dare to attack, because his injury was not healed.

"Hey, have you laughed enough" Xi Zhen was angry, and was about to roar out, but the anger hurt his liver, and he had a palpitation, and hurriedly covered his chest. When Pei Feng saw it, he was very nervous, and hurriedly stroked Xi Zhen's chest and asked what was wrong.

Han Santong and Mei Yin also felt that it was indeed a bit excessive, and hurriedly restrained their smiles. Xi Zhen also felt that he had almost made enough trouble, and he also got rid of the nest that he had been lying in bed during this time, so he immediately asked with a shy face: "Senior brother, where has Mr. Xizhi gone?"

Han Santong said: "This is Mr. Fang's library, Mr. Fang has traveled here, the front hall is used for teaching, and the back hall is used for living." Mr. Fang is teaching students at the moment, so he should come later!"

Xi Zhen nodded and asked Mei Yin, "Second Senior Brother, how did you know that we were in danger? And how did you happen to know that Mr. Xizhi was here? These don't seem to be coincidences, Second Senior Brother, don't you think you shouldn't hide it from your senior brother and junior brother?"

Mei Yin didn't answer, but immediately straightened up and walked around. Xi Zhen pointed to Mei Yin's back and said to Han Santong: "It's like this again, it's like this every time, how can it be like this." ”