Fighting fingers, the heat will be heat, the heat will disperse, the sun will not be seen, the world will be cold, and the noisy cicadas on weekdays have been hidden without a trace.

Today, the southern city is covered by dark clouds and strong winds, and there are few pedestrians shrugged their shoulders and shrunk their backs on the road. However, there were several pilgrims, carrying bamboo baskets, carrying this incense in the direction of Zhongshan. Recently, the news that there are hundred-year-old holy monks living in Linggu Temple has spread in a hundred miles. Therefore, whether it is hot or windy or rainy, there are countless people who come to see them, not only to witness the holy miracles and get some Buddha energy, but also to pray for good luck for themselves or their families.

At the foot of the Purple Mountain, an old man sat paralyzed under the tree panting, and the old woman on the side said helplessly, "I've only walked a few miles, and I'm tired and about to rest?"

The old woman looked angry and yelled to the side, "You two quickly keep this old immortal." A man and a woman on the side were the sons and daughters-in-law of the old man and the old woman, and the two came to the old man and persuaded him, "Father is not far away, get up quickly! Don't anger the old mother!" The old man shook his hands away, shook off the two people who came to help, and angrily rebuked with the strength of wine, "You two grandsons, don't use that dead old woman to press me! I just don't get up, what can you do to me? Can the of burning incense and worshiping the Buddha be as important as drinking?" The old man picked up the gourd and was about to pour wine into his mouth.

The daughter-in-law looked at the old mother helplessly, not knowing what to do. The old lady was already angry, rolled up her sleeves, kicked the gourd in the old man's hand away, grabbed the root of his ear with one hand and lifted it upwards with one hand, bared her teeth, and scolded, "What?

"Oops~Oops~" The old man screamed in a headache, pulled the old woman's arm with one hand, and slowly got up and said, "The old woman is light, her ears are going to be broken!"

"Aren't you very tough, why did you start begging for mercy?" the old lady refused, and the strength of her hand became more fierce than before.

The old man's face was flushed with a headache, and his forehead was already sweating, so he hurriedly bent his knees and bowed down, bowing his hands and saying, "Old woman! I don't dare anymore! Let me go so I can go up the mountain!"

When the daughter-in-law saw this phenomenon, they couldn't help covering half of their faces and secretly laughing.

The four of them walked side by side towards the mountain, and when they came to a turn on the mountainside, the old man who was walking on the edge suddenly stopped and looked at a big tree on the side. This tree is ordinary, it is an oak tree that can be found all over the mountain, the body of the tree is tall and stout, it takes two people to hold it, the branches are staggered and spread upward, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant and "rustle" in the wind.

The young man walked aside and asked, "What's wrong with my father? This tree is not a precious tree, why do you look so obsessed?" The old lady on the side grabbed her daughter-in-law and said unhappily, "Let's go, let these two go under the tree to cool off!"

The old man pointed to the body of the tree and said, "Son, you are also a martial arts practitioner, how about looking at this knife mark?"

There is a knife mark on the body of the tree five feet above the ground, the knife edge is extremely deep and almost penetrating, the width of the knife is slightly three inches, the knife edge is neat and there is not a trace of crack, and there are traces of blood left on the inside and on the edge.

The young man just sighed slightly, "Good knife!"

The old man looked at his son and said, "Good knife, good knife!" Is it a good knife, is it a good knife, is it a good knife, is it a good knife?"

The young man pondered for a moment, and replied, "Look at this knife technique is just a stabbing word, the knife edge is so flat that it must be a good knife!"

"Hahaha," the old man stroked his son's shoulder and laughed, "The blade of this knife is three inches wide, and the depth of the mouth plus the thickness of the upper body of ordinary people, the blade is only six feet long. If you want to talk about a good knife, the master of today's martial arts alliance is an iron ring big golden knife, with a wide and thick knife surface and a long knife body; A knife of this size is just a common single knife on the market. ”

The young man turned sideways and sighed, "It's worthy of being a father, the insight is so profound, my son admires it! Presumably this must be the place where Zhao Linshuang stabbed the black dragon envoy." ”

"This surnamed Zhao's knife technique is indeed excellent! I can see clearly, this knife is stabbing the right side, and this person must be good at using his left hand. Ordinary people make good use of their right hands, presumably the black dragon envoy is also careless!" The old man pointed to the edge of the knife and gestured at this, and his son nodded in agreement.

"Recently, it has been rumored that there will be a heavenly sword in the Valley of Divine Soldiers. If this knife can be captured, Zhao Linshuang will definitely be defeated. The young man said.

The old man put his hands behind his back and muttered, "That Divine Soldier Valley Lord has a strange temperament, and I am afraid that the knife can only be obtained by fate." Now you just have to remember that if you fight this person in the future, attack him on the right side and avoid his left side. ”

"The son has taken it to heart. The young man turned to the old man and bowed.

The wind "whirred", blowing the leaves of the big trees falling off and flying in the air. The old man looked at the gloomy heavenly way in the air, "It's better to hurry up, and then your old lady is afraid that there will be a nameless fire again!"

The two caught up with the mother and daughter, and it didn't take long for the four of them to arrive at Linggu Temple. Entering the temple, the four of them walked along the winding path, crossed the small bridge and flowed water, and walked straight towards the central hall. There are many people who come in and out of the hall gate, and there are a few people who still chant this "this stinky monk, don't even let the relics see, it's really stingy!" Entering the hall, there are several monks reciting this scripture, the surrounding visitors burn incense and incense, worship the Buddha of worship, and a small group of people surround an old elder to ask various questions, the elder said, "The stone tower just built in my temple is still being repaired and maintained, so the relics of the holy monk can not be visited for the time being, I hope you donors understand, you may wish to visit again in a few days." When the crowd saw that there was no hope of visiting the relics, they dispersed.

At the entrance of the hall, the old man said, "Old woman, the relics are in the stone tower behind the main hall, it is better to let our two go and seize it, and you two will wait here."

The old woman said, "Remember, don't make a big deal out of it, just take out the relics." ”

The two of them ran towards the back of the hall, and on the way, several people walked in the direction of the stone tower. The stone tower is single-layered on eight sides, all are inlaid with bluestone, and the top layer is only covered by an umbrella-shaped stone cap. There were three monks guarding the outside of the pagoda, and several of them were politely refused.

The father and son visited not far away, and waited for all the visitors to leave before they showed up and walked towards the three monks. The great monk who took the lead looked helpless: "Two donors, please go back! The stone pagoda cannot be entered for the time being." ”

The old man hurriedly bent down, grabbed the monk's hand and begged bitterly, "Master! We came all the way from Quanzhou, some time ago the village was looted by the Japanese invaders, the villagers entrusted me and the two of us to come here to worship the Buddha and ask for a sign for the village to seek good fortune, and recently I heard that there are saints in the temple to stay, so I want to come to visit, I hope the master will be fulfilled." ”

The monk shook off his hand, his face was already a little impatient, he closed his eyes and folded his hands together, and said, "Donor, the elder ordered me to guard here, I won't let you in, please go back! ”

The old man trembled his hands slightly, and took out several silver tickets from his sleeves, "We are not countrymen who don't know anything. This is the money collected by everyone in the village! Master, I wonder if these people can get a glimpse of the relics. ”

The monk's eyes opened slightly, his hands shook slightly, and the middle-aged monk on the side secretly pulled his robe and squeezed his eyebrows, the monk glanced at the two and nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Donor, you are so sincere, I am very moved." If I let you in today, it can be regarded as saving the suffering!"

The old man smiled happily and hurriedly summoned his son to his side. The monk also said, "Although all beings in Buddhism are equal, there are many sufferings in the world, and the Buddha cannot redeem them all! ”

"We understand this!" the old man hurriedly handed over the ticket.

Three monks accompanied them into the stone pagoda, where several monks cleaned and repaired, and a square stone table was placed in the center, with candles lit at the four corners of the table, and the relics were placed in a wooden box in the center. The monk pointed to the stone table and said, "The relics are there, you can only watch and see, but you can't touch them." The old man hurriedly said, "Master, don't worry, I'll just watch from the sidelines." ”

The two slowly approached the stone table, and the old man closed his eyes and quietly worshipped. The son on the side glanced at the relics in the box and wondered slightly, "Is this a relic? You won't trick us into taking a fake relic, will you?"

When a middle-aged monk heard this, he was displeased in his heart and said, "How can the holy relics in the relics in the temple be fake?"

"This thing is dull, dull, and yellow, and must be false. The young man was tempered and grabbed the monk, "Quickly return our hard-earned money, you fake and compassionate liars!"

The leading monk was frightened for a while, and the middle-aged monk on the side grabbed the young man, and the monks who were cleaning around him also came up to persuade him.

"You swindlers, return the money, it's the only life-saving money in the village, pay it back!" The young man refused to let go of the monk, and the people on the side couldn't separate the two.

"Brute!" At this time, the old man had already turned around, knocked his son's head hard, and said, "Don't let go of your hand yet!"

"But Father..."

The old man glared fiercely, and the son stopped talking, so he had to let go of his hands.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward to support the monk, and said apologetically, "Master!

The monk waved his hand and said, "Forget it, since you have bowed, let's leave quickly." ”

The old man thanked the monk, and the father and son helped each other and left. The monk came to the stone table, looked at the relics and whispered, "This relic is obviously crystal clear, why is it dull?"

When the father and son came to the main hall, the old woman saw the two returning, and walked up to him and asked, "How is it?"

The old man nodded, "We can leave." ”

The black clouds pressed the city, the wind did not stop, and from time to time there were flashes of lightning, followed by a thunderous "boom". When the pilgrims in the temple saw that the heavy rain was coming, they all left the temple one after another.

At this time, the Rakshasa of the Four Seas had also left the ancient temple, and Long Po looked up at the sky and said, "This black cloud is yellow... I'm afraid it's going to change!"