At the beginning, the little half-immortal asked Shizun with tears in his eyes, and the tears were embedded between his eyelashes like pearls.

Shizun smiled slightly and shook his head.

At this time, the little half-fairy was like a dead grass without roots, and he had no will and went with the wind.

Thinking about the past life, two lines of tears at night and night, carving the past mourning.

Waiting for three hundred years, life and death are boundless, guarding loneliness, night after night.

Love, pain, drink the water of forgetfulness, old things and old hatred become clouds of the past.

I don't want to, I don't think about it, the wind blows, the rain falls, how can I be embarrassed, and the peach blossoms are cold.

Her laughter, her words, and her actions are the nectar that makes the love buds in the little fairy's heart grow, and she is there.

However, Xiao Banxian did not forget Shizun, but she couldn't dare to love her anymore, because she ignored Xiao Banxian and didn't dare to hate her, because it was herself who was wrong.

The love is very strong, the love is very heavy, and the saddest thing is the heartache.

Maybe the time has changed, or maybe the time and place of the meeting have changed, so that the little half-immortal and the master will not forget about each other early in the future.

Blame the little half-fairy for loving too early, resenting each other has long been drifting away unconsciously, those untouchable memories are the indelible regrets in the entire memory of the little half-fairy.

Everything in the past, whether it is glory or disgrace, love or resentment, gain or loss, reunion or separation, can be dissipated and ignored.

This seems to be a meager wish, but it is tied by the thorns of the world, and it is difficult to be calm in the end.

Only then did the little half-immortal understand that the heart is like a cold plum, the ice muscle and jade bones are also full of branches, and I don't know how to go through several prunings before I can calmly put down and not make waves.

At this time, suddenly the little half-immortal faintly felt that the catastrophe was coming, and the comfortable life of these years was about to end, like the originally calm sea suddenly became turbulent and rainstormy like a pillar.

Xiao Banxian couldn't tell whether it was for the revenge of Lao Chai who died tragically at that moment, or for himself, Xiao Banxian only knew that his strength was drained in an instant, and even what Xiao Banxian wanted to say to Jiang Yan was forgotten in an instant, he just lowered his shoulders and lowered his head, and he didn't remove his hand for a long time.

The faces of those tragic deaths by the grass lake seemed to be vivid, and now the little half-immortals who had not been able to avenge them were churning in their bodies.

Xiao Banxian failed to fulfill his obligation to protect Yucheng, nor did he do what he should have done.

And Jiang Yan's tears at this time slipped through her fingers, which were completely cold.

The little half-fairy clenched his fist, and the pinched bones gurgled Jiang Yan's body was lifted up in the air, and he barely suppressed his hatred, picked up Jiang Yan, and had already arrived at the rouge shop between the ups and downs, and threw her back into the rouge shop.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the more he thought about it, the deeper the hatred in his heart, his hands began to tremble, and his body began to tremble.

The heart of the little half-immortal seemed to have fallen into a boulder, obviously falling to the bottom, but it still continued to fall endlessly.

The little half-fairy only felt that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter, and the little half-fairy desperately suppressed the tears and the resentment and longing that kept churning in his heart.

At this time, Xiao Banxian frowned tightly, looking extremely painful, not saying much, and his eyes were full of deep hatred between his eyebrows.

The helplessness in the starry eyes of the little half-immortal gradually floated, at first it was wisps and wisps, and in an instant it was like a flood that could not be controlled, mixed with all kinds of feelings, self-deprecation, helplessness, anger, heartache, etc., were so shocking.

Xiao Banxian suddenly felt confused, looked at his skin while pondering, his eyes flashed, he got up and took a few steps forward, the speed was fast, and the right hand raised his thumb and index finger to shine in a black light, and he buckled it to the side in an instant.

There was a clicking sound in the void, and there was even a faint feeling of bursting, and the pinching power of the little half-immortal seemed to be indestructible.

At this time, Xiao Banxian felt like he had been punched in the back of the head, and his mind was blank, and he almost didn't even have the strength to stand.

I don't know how to go, in a daze, the little half-fairy seems to feel that there is someone beside him, with a familiar warmth, slowly leaning over, I don't know what to expect, but the next moment it was disappointed again.

Then it seemed to change a picture, and the picture was filled with a strong smell, which deeply stabbed the heart,

The little half-immortal was not good in his heart, and when he was still conscious, he immediately used a spell to go to Hongfa Temple to find a pure monk.

With a bang, it seemed that the body was pulled, directly cutting through the sky, and the whole person jumped away, with a huge impact, driving the thin body, forming a long rainbow, which disappeared in an instant.

When he arrived at the residence of the pure monk of Hongfa Temple, the feet of the little half-immortal seemed to be extremely muddy, and even the strength to take a step was drained, and it seemed that he wanted to sink at this moment.

The little half-immortal gritted his teeth and reluctantly turned around and paced step by step.

Standing in front of the pure monk's door for a long time, Xiao Banxian raised his hand to wipe his face, and found that there was sweat in his palms, and he didn't know if it was the sweat on his cheeks or his palms.

The pure monk opened his eyes, the candles in the room lit themselves, and the little half-fairy listened to the familiar tone in his ears.

"Come in....... ”

Xiao Banxian raised his hand, his fingers were a little stiff and shaky, and it took a lot of effort to raise his hand.

At this time, there seems to be a jade carved lotus flower, quietly blooming in the palm of the little half-fairy.

Pushing open the door of the pure monk's room, I saw the pure monk sitting cross-legged.

"Old-timers save me. ”

The little half-immortal didn't say a word, he shouted as soon as he opened his mouth, and the oil lamp in the door was lit, and the pure monk sighed.

"Looks like I haven't slept tonight. ”

The pure monk took off the rosary on his hand and knocked it on the head of the little half-immortal, and the little half-immortal suddenly felt that the spiritual platform was much clearer.

The pure monk put the rosary on the little half-immortal's hand again, raised his hand and pointed to the door.

"Go, go and meditate in the courtyard. ”

The rosary is actually very ordinary, but because of the mental power of a pure monk for nearly a hundred years, the little half-immortal immediately felt a lot calmer, and he immediately went to meditate obediently.

When people's hands are combined, they are combined into one thought, that is, they combine miscellaneous thoughts into one, expressing respect and expectation for the Buddha and the Bodhisattva and the self.

When a person can combine distracting thoughts into one thought, it is what Zen Buddhism says, "put your mind in one place and do nothing." It is also "the third generation of the ten directions will never leave the mind".

The pure monk sat on the threshold very casually and recited the Heart Sutra, and after reciting a Heart Sutra, the mood of the little half-immortal finally calmed down completely.

"You've been seriously injured one after another, and you've almost gone mad, but luckily you kid knows how to run to the old man. "Pure monk Dao.

"I have not been able to avenge them today. ”

Xiao Banxian opened his eyes, and his tone was full of guilt.

That only shows that the time has not yet come, and the young man is so anxious to do something. "Pure monk Dao

"Senior, shouldn't you persuade me to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?" the little half-immortal smiled bitterly.

"Bullshit, a lot of times it's what you should do to kill and kill. The pure monk scolded with a smile.

The more the little half-immortal came into contact with this old monk, the more he felt that he was unfathomable, obviously a monk, but his murderous intention was heavier than that of a layman, obviously a monk, and his heart was rolling in the mortal dust.

The Four Heavenly Kings are probably the most famous gods and generals in Buddhist countries, and the four of them enjoy offerings in the Heavenly King Palace.

Buddhism draws on ancient Indian myths and legends and ancient Hinduism to put forward the "Three Realms Theory". The Three Realms are the realm of desire, and all the "sentient beings" in the worldless world are "reincarnated" in the Three Realms. The Desire Realm is the lowest realm of the Three Realms, where human society resides, hells, hungry ghosts, and beasts, and the gods of the heavens also reside. However, the gods of heaven live in this realm of heaven, and the heavens have six layers, that is, "six desire heavens", and the first one is called "four heavenly kings", which is the closest to the world. This is the residence of the Four Heavenly Kings.

The Buddhist scriptures say that the Four Heavenly Kings are on the side of the famous Mount Meru, where stands a Gandhara Mountain, which has four peaks, called the Four Treasures of Sumeru, "made of four treasures, gold in the east, silver in the west, glass in the south, and agate in the north." The kings of heaven dwell on a mountain. "The task of the four heavenly kings is to protect one side of the world, that is, the four directions of Mount Meru in Buddhism, the east victory of the Divine Continent, the south of the Ganbu Continent, the West Niuhe Continent, and the North Julu Continent, so the four heavenly kings are also called the "four heavenly kings of the world".

The king of the Oriental Holding Kingdom, named Dorozha, is white, wears armor, and holds a pipa. "Dorozha" is a transliteration of Sanskrit, which translates to "holding the country", and "holding the country" means to be compassionate and protect all sentient beings. He is the god of music, so he holds the lute, indicating that he wants to use music to convert sentient beings to Buddhism. (Since they are both gods of music, it is not surprising that King Qianmin is the ruler of the country)

The king of southern growth, named Bi Liuli, has a blue body, wears armor, and holds a sword. "Viliuli" is a transliteration of Sanskrit, which translates "growth". "Growth" refers to the ability to impart orders to sentient beings, to increase good roots, and to uphold the Dharma. Holding a sword in order to protect the Dharma from being violated.

The wide-eyed king of the West, named Biliu Bocha, has a white body, wears armor, and has a dragon wrapped around his hand. "Virubocha" translates to "wide eyes", that is, to be able to observe the world at any time with a pure heavenly eye and protect the people. He was the leader of the dragons, so he held a dragon (some made red ropes), and when he saw someone who did not believe in Buddhism, he used a rope to catch him and convert him to Buddhism.

The king of the north is a king of many things, named Bishamen, green, armor-wearing, holding a treasure umbrella (also known as a treasure flag) in his right hand, and holding a god rat ---- silver rat in his left hand. "Bishamen" is translated as "many smells", which is a metaphor for the fame of blessing and virtue in all directions. Hold a treasure umbrella to subdue the demons and protect the wealth of the people.

The proudest of the four heavenly kings is the northern Duowen Heavenly King Bishamen. He is a god of ancient Hinduism, also known as the god of wealth, in ancient Indian mythology, he is both the patron god of the north and the god of wealth, so he has the most believers among the four heavenly kings. (In the book "Holy Biography", he is also the most "famous" of the Four Heavenly Kings)

In addition, Luo Lanli of Harry Potter Chinese Network wrote originally

Working for the Emperor Shakti, guarding the surroundings of Mount Meru, the four powerful gods with the nature of the god of war.

The north smells a lot

The East holds the country

Southern growth days

The West is wide-eyed

Originally, he appeared as a bodhisattva in India, but after arriving in China, he became a military general wearing armor.

"Western Wide Eyes"

The patron saint of the Four Heavenly Kings in China and the West. He wears the same armor as the other three days, and has a third eye between his eyebrows.

Usually the weapon on his body is a trident, holding a pen in his right hand and a book in his left hand. There are often dragon kings with him.

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