There are not many family members, each holding a stick, and in the face of these yellow-faced and thin-skinned refugees, it is unpredictable whether the outcome is unpredictable, Liu Sange wants to stop the crowd, it is too late, the crazy crowd pounces on the gate, and the forester tears up, and several family members jump out to drive the crowd.

On the one hand, there are hungry and lawless refugees, and on the other hand, there are rich families who are helpless and compromised, each with their own hardships and refusal to give in.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, suddenly a gust of wind rose in mid-air, blowing everyone to the ground, stopping the fight, the wind passed, everyone saw a man in white and jade crown standing in the center, indifferently looking at the scene of the refugees' troubles, and the person who came was the Sanyang Ghost King.

The forester saw that this person was extraordinary, and hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute and said: "This Xiushi, you give a comment! This group of Diao people are going to force their way into private houses in broad daylight!"

The ghost king returned the favor and said to everyone, "Now that there is a famine everywhere, are you fighting for food?"

Liu Sange sat on the ground, sighed, and said: "It's not a secret, we are all tenants in this neighborhood, we have suffered a famine year, and the government doesn't care, we borrow grain here, but the foresters refuse to give it, and ask us to pay, how can we have money!"

"The food in my house will soon be at the bottom, can't I starve my wife and children to death in order to save you?" retorted the forester.

The crowd began to boil again, and the refugees and their families confronted each other again, their eyes showing a fierce light, and human nature was forced by hunger and death, revealing the most real and primitive ugly side.

When the ghost king heard this, he reached out and took out an ingot of gold from his bosom, handed it to the forester, and said, "This ingot of gold is more than enough to cover the food they need, and the rest is left for you to go outside the province to purchase food." ”

The forester took the gold, checked the authenticity, put it in his arms, and ordered the family to put the grain, and the refugees knelt down to worship the Sanyang Ghost King, folded their hands, and read: "Thank you for the grace of the living Bodhisattva for saving your life." ”

"Bodhisattva is useless, if you want to worship, worship the White Lotus Sect Da Ming Zun, the suffering and darkness in front of you are only short-lived, the world of bliss will soon come, the sky is dead, the white lotus has come to the world, you don't have to give up, sincerely bow to the White Lotus Sect Da Ming Zun, you will be the Buddha's light shines, and the relief will be lifelong!" The ghost king made a generous speech, stretched out his hand to hold up a ball of golden light, turned into a Buddha statue, sat on the lotus platform, closed his eyes and bowed his head, showing mercy, shining in mid-air, shining like gold.

Everyone, including the foresters, was convinced that there was a manifestation of the Great Ming Zun in front of them, and they knelt on the ground and said in their mouths: "Great Ming Zun bless!

"If you want to join the Church, go to Yunxin Temple in the southern suburbs of Quzhou Prefecture, where someone will receive you. On the way back from Maoshan Mountain, the Sanyang Ghost King didn't know how many times he encountered the same scene, he knew that these refugees were the best believers and strength of the White Lotus Sect.

After receiving the food, under the leadership of Liu Sange, everyone headed towards Quzhou Mansion, towards Da Mingzun and a bright world.

Quzhou, Zhejiang, Rotten Keshan.

This mountain is named after a story, during the Jin Dynasty, there is a woodcutter Wang quality under the mountain, one day into the mountain to chop wood, lost the way, met two old men in the shade of the pine trees on the side of the road are playing chess, the two old men are dressed in yellow and green, Wang Zhen wants to come forward to ask for directions, the old man in yellow has not given up, waved his hand to stop, Wang Zhen watched playing chess on the side, after a few games of chess, the old man in Tsing Yi saw that Wang Zhen was a little hungry, so he gave him a sour date to eat, Wang Zhi felt a little warm in his stomach, hunger and sleepiness disappeared, and looked up, and ended several games of chess, the old man in yellow turned his head to see Wang Qian, showed a look of surprise, and hurriedly urged Wang Zhi to go down the mountain, Wang Zhi picked up the axe thrown aside, found that the axe handle has rotted like mud, and when he came to the bottom of the mountain, he found that he had passed seven generations, and his peers had already passed for many years, and the descendants thought that they had seen a ghost, and the king suddenly realized that the mountain was a fairy, so he went into the mountain to cultivate, and he did not know where to go.

Since the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the White Lotus Sect has spread here, the leaders of the past dynasties have practiced in retreat in this mountain for ten years, and then they went out of the mountain to preach, and in the early years of the Yuan Dynasty, the place was officially located in the White Lotus Sect, but the Guangming Temple where the chief rudder is located pretended to worship the Buddha, in order to avoid the eyes and ears of the government, and outsiders rarely know.

The canyon in the Langke Mountain is vertical and horizontal, the high mountains are lined up, the stone gate is blocked, the road into the mountain is intricate, the valleys are connected, there are potholes everywhere, the wars of the past dynasties, here is often regarded as the burial ground of the dead soldiers, the yin qi is extremely heavy, only a small road can reach the Guangming Temple on the top of the mountain, there are White Lotus disciples everywhere here to monitor outsiders, even if people who are not familiar with the path enter, it is difficult to get out of the valley.

Bright Temple, apse.

Surrounded by mountain shadows, the gray figure of the three apsees stands under the forest, simple and unpretentious, the carvings are very few, the hall only slightly arranges the incense case, offering the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, solemn and fearless, the candlestick is lit with thick red candles, the candle tears are hanging, the sandalwood in the incense burner is still burning, the fragrance is wafting around in the hall, like the gray finch in the cage looking for a way out.

Located in the hinterland of the Rotten Ke Mountain, it is extremely hidden, and only a few people in the White Lotus Sect know the way up the mountain.

Two maidservants, named Da Xiang and Xiao Xiang, dressed in white, with a black gauze scarf wrapped around their heads, no more than twenty years old, pure and lovely in appearance, served at the palace gate, saw the ghost king, bowed their heads and bowed, and said, "Welcome to the ghost king." ”

The Ghost King nodded slightly, and said to one of them, "Well, Da Xiang, how is the sect leader doing?"

"Sect Master of Light, Mother of the Buddha Sheng'an, the Sect Master is waiting for you. Da Xiang said, "The ghost king is working hard outside, and Da Xiang and Xiao Xiang haven't seen the ghost king for a long time."

"It is my duty to run for this religion. The ghost king stepped into the apse, put a stick of incense in front of the Buddha, worshipped, after turning the Buddha statue, there is a relief on the low wall, as a blooming lotus-shaped, a circular groove is concave in the center, the ghost king puts the jade pendant on his waist into the groove of the lotus relief, gently rotates, a "sneer" sound came, a person-high door hole appeared under the Buddha statue, and the inclined ladder extended downward.

The ghost king entered the doorway, and the stone door behind him "snorted" and closed, and by the candlelight, the ghost king walked down the stairs and came to the Tianxin Hall where the helm of the White Lotus Sect was located.

The hall and the inner hall are very different, the layout is as magnificent as the palace, several night pearls illuminate the lobby as bright as day, the wall is painted with murals of the history of the White Lotus Sect, there are glorious coronation ceremonies, there are bloody killing battlefields, migration, exile, until it turns into the deep mountains and dense forests, the hall is dedicated to a Mani light Buddha, the dress of this Buddha is slightly different from Sakyamuni, the costume is the Middle East style, the Buddha burns incense candles in front of the Buddha, a woman in white meditates in front of the Mani Light Buddha, the back is thin, the hair is as bright as snow, holding a lotus-like bun.