As soon as the sky dawned, the bell rang in the Zen temple that has been inherited for thousands of years in Qingluan Mountain on the outskirts of Jincheng.

All Zen temples have many early bells and dusk drums to tell the time.

The drums are sounding, the bells are gone, and the day is gone.

The drum is used to move the crowd, the bell is used to stop the crowd, and the night is gone.

But this is not the case with Wutong Temple, which never beats the drum in the morning and evening to ring the bell.

It's just that for some reason, once the red bronze bell in the Wutong Temple is ringed, it can be heard for more than 100 miles, but it has not been rung again for 500 years.

Recently, there was a long bell ringing from the Wutong Temple.

From 3 to 4, it reverberates seven times in one day, which is exactly in harmony with the seven-character mantra practiced by Zen Buddhism.

The first melodious and far-reaching bell wafted out from the Buddha cave, and then resounded throughout the Qingluan Mountain.

Then the second bell rang again, drifting farther than the first.

From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the bell points directly to the thousands of fishing boats on the side of the river on the Lancang River.

When the last bell rang in the morning, not only in Jincheng, but even more than 100 miles away, the bell could be heard.

Today's bell is the current presiding officer of Wutong Temple, Zhanhai Zen Master, the old monk who first entered the military gate and then entered the empty door, was full of energy, and held the purple gold bell pestle weighing 18,000 catties with both hands and leisurely crashed into the red copper bell.

After three bells, the sun was rising in the sky.

Zhan Hai threw the purple gold bell pestle in his hand, as if this Zen secret treasure that more than a hundred adult strong men could not lift, in his hand was nothing more than a small wooden hammer used by ordinary monks to strike wooden fish.

To be able to do this, the arms must be equipped with the power of the dragon elephant, and the old monk's cultivation is visible.

Five hundred years, for mortal mortals, several generations have passed.

Even the oldest old man in Jincheng who has lived two jiazi has only heard his fathers mention that in the past, there would be a bell ringing every day in the Wutong Temple outside Jincheng.

The red giant bell is said to be built by the Bodhisattva who has obtained the golden body of Buddhism, and has the power to suppress demons and subdue demons.

When the bell rings every day, the demons will surely collapse within a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the past, the reason why the Lancang River did not have floods was precisely because of the existence of this bell, which suppressed the evil Jiao that had been lying dormant at the bottom of the Lancang water for more than 1,900 years, so that it could not make waves.

Recently, why is there a flood every 100 years?

It was because of the loss of the suppression of the bell that the evil dragon woke up from its slumber every hundred years.

Of course, this is just a legend.

No one in Jincheng has ever seen the legendary evil Jiao.

More than 10 years ago, there was a flash flood in the border area, and the water of the Lancang River soared by more than ten zhang overnight.

The eighth generation of military Hou Jiang Ye recruited young and strong laborers from all cities along the river to participate in the construction of the barrage embankment, with the intention of never flooding.

Those middle-aged men who had participated in the construction of the embankment had never heard of anyone who had seen a dragon sweeping through the river.

I have heard people say that that year, when the evil waves were raging.

Lord Jiang Yao, one of the two overseers in our Great Xia Frontier, once walked alone on the waves with a gun and intercepted the stream with one shot.

After one shot, the entire Lancang River has since been rerouted.

This is something that some people have actually seen, and of course, people who have not witnessed it will only listen to it as a story.

Presumably, it must be that these craftsmen who built the embankment exaggerated a lot in the process of paraphrasing.

Breaking the river with one shot, I am afraid that such a god-man method can only be ...... by the immortals of the Nine Heavens.

After ringing the bell, the old monk sat under the bell with his hands folded and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, his two white eyebrows, which were about to hang on the ground, moved slightly, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the outside of the Buddha cave, and chuckled: "Since my old friend is here, why don't you show up and see it?"

The void outside the cave suddenly rippled and became distorted.

"Old monk, I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect you to be about to attain the golden body bodhisattva position, it's really amazing!"

Immediately afterwards, a voice full of energy was heard from the void, and a figure slowly walked out of the chaos, walked into the Buddha cave and sat down cross-legged with the old monk face to face.

"Amitabha, compared to the Canglan Water King, the little monk is just an ordinary man, how dare he get this second reputation. ”

Zen Master Zhanhai chanted the Buddha's name, looked at the man in a white brocade robe in front of him, and laughed.

This man looks very young, but he is just entering the age of establishment, but a pair of eyes are definitely not what this age should have.

For secular people, the color of the pupils of the eyes is either black or brown, and there is rarely any other color.

But the man who suddenly appeared out of nothingness had a pair of golden pupils, which were the purest gold, and people couldn't help but shake their hearts at a glance.

It's just that these eyes are full of vicissitudes and the taste of time.

Often, such a taste should not appear in a man who is standing up, even an old man should not have such a vicissitudes of life.

But his skin is very white and smooth, even compared to those young women.

"Old monk, don't make fun of me, where is there any vicissitudes now, it's just a homeless lost dog. The man chuckled, his eyes showing unconcealed tiredness.

This tiredness is born in the bones, then spreads to the heart, and finally emerges in the eyelids.

Zhan Hai looked at this man, sighed in his heart, and said slowly after a silence: "The Water Monarch has practiced for 1,990 years, but after another ten years of hard cultivation, he will be able to successfully impact the catastrophe of the dragon, why bother to appear in the world early and destroy his own Taoism." ”

The man known as Canglan Shuijun smiled, and his hands didn't make any movement, just a slight wave from the void, and a pot of yellow mud wine jar and two colorful glass wine bottles appeared in front of the two of them.

Shoot open the mud seal, and in an instant, the aroma of wine spreads out in the Buddha cave where the five aggregates are empty.

The man lifted the jar of yellow clay and poured the amber-colored aged liquor into two glass bottles.

Miraculously, the yellow mud wine jar that can hold more than ten catties of wine, after pouring two wine bottles, there is just not a drop left.

And the glass wine bottle, which is only an inch long, is forced to hold five or six catties of forgotten things.

Zhan Hai's nose moved slightly, and he said in surprise: "This is, Bodhi free wine?"

The man handed the wine cup to the old monk, nodded and laughed softly: "A few days ago, I went to the Western Regions to visit friends, and when I passed by your Zen Lion Forest, I asked for an altar from the old monk of the dragon. ”

Zhan Hai held the wine bottle in his hand, looked up to see the amber elixir, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

What to ask for?

With this master's character of never suffering, it was most likely that the dragon monk's name violated his taboo, so he went to the lion forest to find trouble for others.

Come to think of it, but this wine is to be drunk.

Zen Buddhism is not really not a matter of not drinking alcohol.

Except for a very few tantric sects with strict precepts, which can even be said to be harsh, the other sects can still drink some vegetarian wine that is beneficial to cultivation made from spiritual fruits.

For example, Wutong Temple, every fifteenth day of the first month, the monks in the temple will drink a few cups of vegetarian wine made from the old ginseng of the mountain spirit root, in order to increase cultivation.

Legend has it that in the secret realm of the 'Lion Forest of the Western Regions', one of the three holy places of Buddhism, there is a Vajra Bodhi tree that has grown for 12,000 years, which blooms once every ten years and bears fruit once every ten years.

The ancient Buddha of Dharma, the first patriarch of the Lion Forest, once participated in Zen under the tree, and sat under the tree for 900 years in his later years, and finally became a Buddha.

And the Vajra Bodhi tree was also contaminated with a trace of the Buddha aura emitted by Bodhidharma when he ascended to the Pure Land of the Western Heavens.

Even if it's just a wisp, it's extraordinary.

In the future, the Vajra Bodhi fruit was consumed by many monks, and it actually derived the effect of nourishing the wisdom root.

Especially in the first ten years after Bodhidharma ascended to Buddhahood, there were nine eminent monks in the Lion Forest who had an epiphany and soared in the day after swallowing the fruit of the Vajra Bodhi tree.

Since then, this Vajra Bodhi tree has become one of the treasures of the Lion Forest.

And because it is recognized by the whole Zen Buddhism as the seventh treasure of Buddhism in the world, it is called the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

Perhaps it is because of the fact that together with the Bodhidharma Patriarch, ten Lion Lin Daoist monks have cast the Buddha's body with this, and the treasure tree has consumed too much spiritual charm.

Since then, to this day.

Rooted in the secret realm of the Lion Forest, the treasure tree that was originally able to bear 3,300 Vajra Bodhi fruits every ten years.

Whenever the fruit is ripe, it will inevitably drop 3,200 before it is ripe, no more than one and no less.

Originally, even if the vajra bodhi fruit was immature and fell to the ground, it still had a lot of effect, which could increase the understanding of Zen disciples.

Strange as it may be, every time a fruit falls from a tree, it instantly turns into an illusion of nothingness.

Even if you pick it up by hand, you will only pass through your hand, and there is no other way.

As one of the three holy places of Zen Buddhism, the Lion Forest in the Western Regions naturally has many disciples, and there are no less than 10,000 core disciples alone.

There are only about 100 fruits every ten years, and naturally they cannot be divided.

Therefore, there is now a famous Zen vegetarian wine holy product in the five domains, 'Bodhi free wine'.

Every time the fruit of the Seven Treasures Tree is ripe, the abbot of the Lion Forest will personally pick and make wine.

Although the spiritual rhyme is less than one-tenth of the past, a hundred Vajra Bodhi fruits can still make 10,000 catties of vegetarian wine, which can basically ensure that the core disciples can get a catty every ten years.

In the yellow mud wine jar in the hand of the man in front of him, there are more than ten catties, which is the amount that ordinary disciples in the lion forest can share in a hundred years.

Although the old monk who descended the dragon is one of the eighteen patriarchs in the lion forest today, these more than ten catties of Bodhi free wine can only be saved in twenty or thirty years.

It must have been prepared for the retreat and enlightenment of the profound Dharma, but unexpectedly before he could enjoy it, he was shunned.

Zen Master Zhanhai glanced meaningfully at the man in front of him.

The Lion Forest is not a place that anyone can break into.

As one of the three holy places of Zen Buddhism, it has indeed declined compared to the other two sects over the years.

But there are still eighteen Protector Vajra who have already attained the position of the Golden Arhat Fruit, and there are even former sages who have not been born for hundreds of years and are about to become Buddhas.

Even if an ordinary God King Realm powerhouse forcibly enters, he has to peel off his skin.

As a result, this 'old friend', who had known each other for many years, was not only able to retreat with his whole body, but also stole the Zen holy wine from the dragon descending arhats, the head of the eighteen protectors of the Vajra.

It seems that his cultivation over the years has really been quite small.

"I said you should drink it, this wine can't help but put it when the mud is opened. ”

Seeing that Zhan Hai was staring at himself, the middle-aged man who was called Canglan Shuijun by the old monk didn't care, picked up the wine glass and drank it with a smile.

Zen Master Zhanhai was reluctant to squander like him, so he couldn't help but say: "Old friend, aren't you afraid that the abbot of the dragon descending will be angry, and you really chase after the southern region to do that dragon descending act?"

"What are you afraid of him doing?" The middle-aged man disagreed, pouted and said, "Didn't you chase that stinky monk?" I chased Lao Tzu all the way for more than 20,000 miles, until Cangyue Lake outside Beiliang City noticed my eldest brother's breath. ”

"Your big brother?"

Zhanhai Zen Master's expression moved, and he looked at him with some incredulity: "Is it the Beihai Dragon Monarch who has not appeared in Kyushu for hundreds of years?"

"In this world, who else but him is worthy of being called a big brother?"

Lancang Shuijun picked up the wine cup and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and couldn't help laughing.

"Good, if the Dragon King of the North Sea was born, there is no reason why the dragon will not run. ”

Zhan Hai nodded, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he praised Amitabha Buddha with a sad look on his face.

But if you look closely, there is no sympathy on the old monk's face that his fellow disciples were forced to flee, but more schadenfreude.

Taking a sip of the wine in his hand, Zen Master Zhanhai smacked his lips lightly and sighed: "Good wine, really good wine!"

After that, he looked at Lancang Shuijun and asked with a smile: "Old friend, you must have come with wine this time, it must be as simple as just visiting my old friend?"

The middle-aged man smiled, nodded as it should be, and said with a smile: "Naturally, there is something to ask for, otherwise you can't come to bother your old friend." ”

Zhan Hai stared at the man's face for a long time, and said seriously: "That's right, with your character of Lai Pijiao who doesn't pick up money when you go out, even if you lose it." If you don't want anything, it is already a blessing for me to enter my Zen Temple without eating and drinking, so how can I come with wine?"

Canglan Shuijun pretended not to hear, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Then, he stood up, bowed to the old monk, and said solemnly: "This time I came to find an old friend, it is really for my eldest brother to ask for an old friend, and I hope that the old friend will not refuse!"

The old monk looked stunned, he had been friends for many years, and it was the first time he had seen this old friend who was only half a step away from being able to turn into a dragon so serious.

Putting down the wine bottle, he hurriedly stepped forward to support Lancang Shuijun, and said: "Brother Ao, don't be like this, let's not talk about the friendship between you and me, just by virtue of the kindness of Beihai Longjun to my Zhang clan back then, if there is a place that can be used, I should do my best!"

Standing up straight, Canglan Shuijun smiled and waved again, before he spoke: "My eldest brother re-entered Kyushu this time because he heard that he had a son who was still alive in the world not long ago. But perhaps the cause and effect between the eldest brother and the child were too deep, and I couldn't find the whereabouts of my nephew. This time, I came here to ask my old friend to look through it with the eyes of a Buddha and see if he could see the whereabouts of the child now. ”

"It's not so difficult, but it's a matter of effort. ”

Zhan Hai smiled lightly, walked out of the Buddha cave, and stood in front of the mountain.

Canglan Shuijun lightly held the wine cup, for fear of disturbing the old monk to display his magical powers, so he never walked out of the Buddha cave together, stood in front of the red bell, and held his breath and concentrated.

Two golden swastikas slowly appeared from the depths of his eyes, and then two rays of golden Buddha light rushed towards the sky and disappeared.

As far as the eye can see, from south to north, from north to south.

After a stick of incense, Zhanhai walked back to the Buddha cave.

Canglan Shuijun's heart hung in his throat, and he asked eagerly, "How?"

Zhanhai Zen Master leaned over and picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and drank the vegetarian wine that contained Zen in the cup, smiled slightly and folded his hands and said: "The Buddha said, the time has not yet come, don't say, don't say! When it's time to meet, the child will recognize the father and daughter of Beihai Longjun,"

"Father and daughter?" Canglan Shuijun was slightly stunned, then laughed, and said, "You old guy likes to play tricks. ”

After a hundred years of friendship, he knows the character of the old monk very well, and he can naturally get a lot of information from that Buddha-like sentence.

At least, not for nothing.