After listening to the past story of the Rat King and Guan Canghong told by the abbot of Sanneng, Liu Yun knew that the master and Aunt Hong knew each other like this, and how they met Xiaoyu's master. This aroused Liu Yun's interest even more, why didn't the master keep his mouth shut about Aunt Hong in the future, what happened between them? Unfortunately, what happened in the future Master Sanneng didn't know.

With more than four people rushing day and night, today finally approached Gaoliang Mountain. It is said to be close, but in fact there are thousands of miles away. Sanxin temporarily let go of the love and hatred of the Rat King, and put all his thoughts on worrying about the Sanjie Arhat. So a few people unconsciously quickened their pace, just wanted to meet the master of the three rings earlier.

The fast-moving three-energy abbot was not sad or happy on his face, and he couldn't see the anxious look of the three-precept arhat at all, but the three young people knew the feelings of more than a hundred years, and how could they compare with their love for several months, but with the realm of consciousness of the three-energy monks, maybe to him, saying that the death is not as sad as ordinary people, maybe it is a different way of practice, or maybe it is the good fruit of early attainment of bliss.

The abbot of Sanneng suddenly said to Sanxiao: "Amitabha, the three of you go up the mountain first, there is still a cause and effect of the three precepts junior brother in the east, I will complete it for him." ”

"Master, isn't the Master of the Three Rings in the Gaoliang Temple, why do you want us to go up the mountain first and you go to the East, Master?" asked Liu Yun.

"The junior brother of the three precepts is indeed in the temple, waiting to complete the thing that he can't let go of in his heart. It's just that he should have passed away a long time ago, and he has been struggling for a few days, and he really has no time to solve the cause and effect of the east, so I will help him complete it. Go up the hill quickly. Sanneng said, turned to the east, and left Sanxiao, his speed soared, and he disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

When the three of them heard that Sanjie should have died as soon as possible, their brows furrowed, and they were inevitably sad in their hearts.

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There is a dilapidated land temple in the east, which has been abandoned for many years. The statue of the Lord of the Earth has turned into a bag of earth, and it is scattered and piled on the altar like that, only the rotten half of the Lord of the Earth's crutch is stuck in the soil, and only the remnants of the inch are exposed.

It is said that Ruixue Zhaofeng Year is said to the rich who do not worry about eating and drinking, and have a warm kang head, and for the poor who are not full of food and clothing, this Ruixue is a life-threatening knife and a life-threatening spear. Similarly, the summer of flowers and birds and cicadas is the season when people's energy should be vigorous, and they have frozen and starved to the poor people, but the scorching heat and high temperature have taken the lives of the weak.

In this temple of the land, which has almost no roof, there are two beggars, one old and one young. The little boy is four or five years old, unkempt, his clothes are torn to a lock, the soles of the two straw shoes are tied to his feet with two straw ropes and barely fall off, and even the shoes worn by ordinary beggars are not as good as the "earth-swallowing beast" in front of the bottom of the family, perhaps because the child grows up fast, there is no broken shoes suitable for him to change.

And the half-lying skinny old man is almost dying, even if the child is very sensible and has been chasing the flies that circle around the old man, but the high temperature still makes several skin sores on the old man's body suppurated, and the largest ulcer on the chest is as big as a bowl, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't leave this five-year-old grandson, the old man would have been unwilling to be tortured anymore and died.

The child took out a piece of cake that had been hard and had fallen off, broke a small piece vigorously, soaked it in a bowl of warm water, and put it in his grandfather's mouth.

The old man barely opened his mouth and chewed a piece of cake, but he couldn't chew any taste, this was probably the last bite of food that his grandson fed him in his life, because he really couldn't do it, and he felt that the end had come.

"Grandpa, when will I grow up, the sun rises and sets so slowly every day, and I can take care of my grandfather when I grow up quickly. The child said with two big eyes.

"When Grandpa was young, he also felt that every day was very slow, and he had nothing to do all day long, and his mind was full of blind thoughts. When I got old, I suddenly felt that every day was too fast. ”

The three-neng abbot, who had been standing outside the door for a while, listened to the words of the old and the young in the house, and remembered that more than 160 years ago, he and his master saw a young man with black dead skin on his face in this land temple. At that time, there were still occasional incense sticks in the statue of the god of the land. When he was young, Sanjie also sent away his only relative, and followed Sanneng and his master up the mountain.

The past is vivid.

"Amitabha, the deceased is like this, Hongchen is a lifetime, it is good to have experienced it, there is nothing that can be taken away, and there is nothing that cannot be put down, the old benefactor and peace of mind. Sanneng walked in.

The child was so frightened by the sudden sound that he was about to hide behind his grandfather, but the grandfather was already leaning against the wall weakly. Maybe it's because I've been bullied too much on weekdays, and the child is a little cowardly. But at this time, he gritted his teeth and stood in front of his grandfather. I just can't say a word. One is that he sees that his grandfather is uncomfortable today, and the other is that this kind old monk gives him a sense of intimacy.

He and his grandfather were not from the vicinity of Gaoliang Mountain, but recently he and his grandfather inexplicably heard an old man singing quietly, and he was very down-to-earth when he sang, and he didn't feel hot in summer. The strange thing is that no one else can hear it, only this grandfather and grandson can hear it, and the grandfather said that it was the sound of chanting, and the two of them could hear that it was fate. They followed the sound from a far, far away, he had never walked so far before, until he came to this ruined temple, and his grandfather said that he really couldn't walk.

The old man wanted to fall asleep when he listened to the scriptures, but every time he couldn't rest assured of his grandson, he forced his eyes open. Seeing the old monk coming in, the old man seemed to have something to rely on, and asked weakly: "Master, can you ...... this child for immortality?"

"Don't worry, the old donor, I have a fate with this baby, and I will definitely train him to become a talent. Seeing that the old man couldn't say the second half of the sentence, Sanneng directly answered the worries in his heart.

"Master Xie, I don't know anything, and I hope the master will teach me. Why do you feel that time is slow when you are young, and fast when you are old?" The old man's dry eyes unconsciously left a tear.

"Maybe I didn't have so much trouble when I was young, and I want to leave more good time for the world, and at the same time, I also give people time to think and grow. When you are old, you will feel that the days are fast, you will be nostalgic, you will reminisce, and you will cherish the beauty of this life, so that you will not feel that your life is boring and you will leave. Sanneng replied.

The child looked back at his grandfather and saw that he was crying, so he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his little hands.

At this time, the old man went away peacefully.

The child stood there crying, did not cry, did not even sob, just stood silently, tears dripping down his face, washing out two white and tender traces of his black face.

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On the bright mountain, the sky is clear.

The incense in the temple is flourishing as usual, but today the old monk who unsigned is missing under the pergola at the base of the wall.

When the pilgrim who knelt on the ground and kowtowed looked up again, he felt that the sky was much darker. Looking up, the rolling black clouds appeared out of thin air, layer upon layer, thicker and thicker. The pilgrims hurry up and leave the temple and go down the mountain, this strange weather, how to say that it will change, if the mountain is full, it will definitely be wet into a soup chicken.

Hundreds of incense guests trotted down the stairs from Gaoliang Mountain. At the same time, a person who clashes with the flow of people climbs the mountain. The person who went down the mountain knocked down the person who went up the mountain, like hitting a big tree, and the man had a steady gait and did not retreat a bit.

Ling Chi Ouyang Lian was full of domineering momentum, his white eyeballs were bloodshot, and every time he stepped on a step, the black clouds in the sky became denser.

When I reached the 700 steps, it was already dark as far as the eye could see, only the muffled thunder of gurgling, and no wind rising.

The old man at the foot of the mountain stood in front of his house and looked at the sky, only the electric light shuttling in the clouds illuminated the heaven and the earth from time to time. "I've lived for seventy years, and I've never seen such a dense cloud." ”

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Carrying the little baby on his back, Sanneng said while walking towards Gaoliang Temple: "I am not your master, you will call me Uncle in the future, and I will be responsible for teaching you civil and military affairs with your Uncle Sansi in the future." As for your master, whether you can meet or not depends on fate. You are just a lay disciple of Gaoliang Temple, you don't have to shave your hair, and you don't have a Dharma name, and you will still be called Chu Changsheng in the future......"

Seeing the black clouds in the direction of Gaoliang Temple, there were electric lights falling from time to time, Sanneng went faster and faster, faster and faster, and in the end, Xiao Changsheng had to grab the robe of the master with both hands, for fear of being blown down by the wind, and the scenery on both sides retreated rapidly.

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