Inside the Great Banyan Temple.

Tang Xiaoman spread out the oil paper, the tip of the wolf pen was delicate, and the words were fat and thin, and he wrote an extremely long paragraph.

The snow is basically not large, but Zhong Xuehu still insists on holding an umbrella beside her.

Outside the umbrella was a little girl in Tsing Yi, staring at the wishing pool

"Copper coin wish", first write the wish on the oil paper, then stack the oil paper, stuff it into the center of the consistent copper coin eyebrows, and finally sink the copper coin to the bottom of the wishing pool, waiting for the wish to come true.

Tang Xiaoman, who dislikes his unsightly handwriting, has already invalidated several pieces of oil paper.

In fact, Tang Xiaoman's handwriting is quite good-looking, but when she was in Tangjiabao, the eldest lady who had always been rebellious refused to calm down and learn calligraphy with Mr. Private School, and her handwriting could only be regarded as a small jasper.

She was afraid that if her handwriting was ugly, her wish would not come true.

She was also afraid that if she wrote too much content, the Bodhisattva would laugh at her greed, and what she read would be in vain.

Deletion, deletion, and retraction, tirelessly.

Zhong Xuehu said to the little girl of the demon clan who was squatting on the snow in a daze: "You are a great cultivator with space supernatural powers, can you go to the Northern Wei Dynasty and bring the two of them back?"

Qingli squinted, and her vertical pupils still couldn't see the distant scene clearly.

She said lightly: "No." ”

The eldest lady of the Zhong family was choked by this crisp and neat answer.

She lowered her eyebrows, knowing the answer in her own heart.

Zhong Xuehu doesn't know much about cultivation.

But she also knows...... Having a spatial talent does not mean that you can appear anywhere in the world as you like.

It is true that there are many rules and regulations, and complex rules constrain the cultivators of spatial talent.

Qingli glanced at Tang Xiaoman, who began to fold the oil paper after writing his wishes, and didn't know what to say.

This woman was obsessed with writing a morning of oiled paper.

Finally started folding paper.

Tang Xiaoman was smiling from the beginning when he wrote the oil paper, even if he felt that his writing was not good enough, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, but he was still smiling.

She smiled so sweetly, what was it that she wrote?

The copper coin fell into the wishing fountain, and with a pop, the thin ice broke.

On the oil paper, two words were deleted by Tang Xiaoman to the point that they could no longer be deleted.

Wedding dress.

I don't want anything else, only one wish.

Tang Xiaoman smiled and folded his hands, silently made a wish, and muttered in his heart: "Wedding dress." ”

Married to Xiao Buyi.

When you return safely, we will be married.

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The ceremony to pray for the New Year is held in the Great Banyan Temple.

The incense burner was filled with small red sandalwood incense.

His Majesty Qi Liang personally came to the Great Banyan Temple to pray, and under the general trend of the decline of Buddhism in the world, it is enough to explain some things.

For more than a year, many princes from Qiliang's royal family have come here, and they are extremely sincere and make wishes.

Now the giants of several major families have also followed His Majesty into the temple together.

Is Buddhism about to flourish?

In the Buddha hall, the little novice knocked on the wooden fish, chanted the Buddha's name softly and solemnly, and the ethereal and illusory scriptures burst out from the mouth of the child, and the wind and snow shook in the big banyan temple at this moment, and more than a dozen robes fluttered with the wind, all of which were silent at the moment.

His hands were folded, and his face was reverent.

Make a wish without a sound.

The incense was swirling, and the faint sound of chanting was entwined.

The immaturity on the face of the little monk of bluestone has gone a little, as a five-demon demon, he is so young that people are jealous.

Qingshi's face was compassionate, he closed his eyes, and a faint Buddha power emanated.

The speed at which the red sandalwood burned began to increase for no reason.

Those who are qualified to enter the Buddhist temple with His Majesty are all thinking about it, praying at this moment, even the green pear born in the demon clan is standing behind, closing the demon pupils, and making a wish quietly.

There are hundreds of living beings in the Buddhist temple.

Tang Xiaoman's smile slowly retracted, the head of the Su family and Su Sturgeon had solemn faces, and the eldest lady of the Zhong family frowned slightly.

Tens of millions of living beings.

There are a lot of doubts.

Countless answers.

Only His Majesty's face remains unchanged, neither happy, nor angry, nor angry, nor sad, but all the appearances of all beings are reflected in his face.

A moment later.

Xiao Wang bowed slightly.

Qingshi slowly returned the salute.

When I looked up again, the red sandalwood in the incense burner had turned to ashes, as white as snow.

The true Buddha Gate is a pure place, untainted with dust.

Pray for the New Year.

Pray for the New Year and New Year, and all wishes come true.

A hexagram in the incense burner was gently pulled out by Xiao Wang.

His Majesty didn't look at the sign, and directly handed the wooden stick to Qingshi, and after handing the sign, his face was flat, and he took a step back slightly, looking at the young prison lord.

Qingshi took the hexagram with both hands.

He glanced at the hexagram.

The chanting voice in the Buddha hall became more and more solemn, and all the little novices looked forward to the fluttering back of their little uncle's green robe.

This young prison adult, who was considered to be a reincarnated bodhisattva by the whole world, paused slightly after reading the hexagram.

Silent.

With his back to Qi Liang and the others, Xiao Wang, who was the only one facing Qingshi, looked at the childish face opposite, pulled the corners of his lips slightly, and smiled silently.

Qingshi slowly rubbed the wooden skewer with his fingertips, using extremely deep force.

He suddenly said aloud: "Hexagram signing!"

The snow stops.

The wind blew, and the image of the young Bodhisattva holding up the hexagram stick was fixed in his mind.

The two words Daji, which is so red that some scarlet, on the wooden sticks, make everyone unforgettable for life.

The chanting of the Buddha in the Buddha hall has reached the extreme.

For some reason, the atmosphere was a bit tragic.

Xiao Wang bowed his head and bowed.

This time, the young prison lord did not return the salute.

He held up the hexagram stick, and signed it like blood, but his face was as pale as snow.

The color of good luck, the redder the better, these two words are like blood red.

His Majesty Qi Liang saluted, and everyone saluted.

His Majesty raised his head and said earnestly to the young prison lord in front of him, word by word: "Buddhism should be prosperous. ”

This sentence is like a blessing.

More like a promise.

Qingshi smiled and nodded.

When the carriages and horses resumed circulation, and His Majesty Qi Liang and a group of big people left the Great Banyan Temple, the crowd of people who wanted to sign and pray was blocked again.

The Great Banyan Temple is closed.

The few novices in charge of closing the door explained to the tide of people very seriously: "Uncle Xiao is not feeling well today, so it is not appropriate to make noise, so he has closed the door for a day. ”

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There were still two people in the Great Banyan Temple who did not leave with the team.

The little novice couldn't help them, his eyes widened, and in exchange for the other party's rogue-like ignorance.

Su Fu picked up the blood-red hexagram stick, and the wooden stick with the word Daji smeared with finger blood was inevitably a little shocking.

Qingshi's voice was weak and smiled: "Your Majesty specially took an empty sign for me." ”

Su Fu was silent for a moment, stretched out a hand, and wiped the blood stains on the wooden stick, but found that it was just fruitless.

Song Zhiqing looked at the little bluestone monk who was sitting on the spot, and said solemnly: "What can't be wiped off, this is the true body blood of the Bodhisattva." ”

Su Dashao looked at the monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you doing this?"

Qingshi shook his head and said, "Whether Buddhism rises or falls or not, after all, it is not for me to decide. These are all in the mind of His Majesty, the poor monk wishes that the incense in the temple behind him will not fade for a hundred years, and donate some blood, which is nothing. ”

Su Fu sneered and said: "Your cultivation has at least retreated a lot, the world says that you are the demon who is most likely to compete with the Northern Immortals among the five people, and today you have sacrificed your true body and blood, even against Dongjun who abandoned the qin, I am afraid there is no chance of victory." ”

Qingshi shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay. The poor monks don't want to provoke right and wrong, these gossips, let them go. ”

Song Zhiqing was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "This is taking your blood to raise tens of millions of people in Qi Liang." Qi Liang is already prosperous, why is it here?"

Qingshi replied softly: "Your Majesty wishes that your knees are safe." ”

Major Su reinserted the wooden stick back into the incense burner, and the incense curled up, and the wooden stick was soaked in the true blood of the Bodhisattva, and could not be burned by the high temperature, so it could only be destroyed by itself after a year.

Su Fu muttered softly: "Prosperity must decline, this is the eternal truth in the world. His Majesty did not dare to let Qi Liang take another step for many years, and only waited for the outbreak of that war, and now he has asked for a good fortune, and he is willing to be entangled, and Qi Liang will reach the peak next year, which is a good thing, but I am worried that forcibly raising luck will cause bad luck. ”

"Desire to entangle, karma. Song Da Dao scabbard said softly: "This is what Master often said when he was alive, his old man said that the Heavenly Dao cycle, no one can escape." ”

Qingshi rubbed his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The poor monk is willing to sacrifice the rest of his true blood for Qi Liang next year." ”

All the novices looked at their little uncles.

They don't understand it, they don't quite understand the reason.

What the true body and blood of the Bodhisattva.

What willingness, cause and effect.

They don't understand.

But when they saw the prison lord rubbing his eyebrows, blood began to ooze from the center of his eyebrows, and the snow was shaking, and the prison lord's face was bright red, and there was a trace of old age between his eyebrows.

Some of the novices covered their lips to keep themselves from crying.

The blue-robed man sitting in the wind and snow was solemn, but he smiled and said to the many little novices behind him, "Don't cry." ”

Su Fu looked at Qingshi seriously.

The little monk sitting cross-legged, the momentum on his body continued to decay with the overflow of the Bodhisattva's true body and blood, and the realm fell and fell.

Song Zhiqing was also silent.

Transporting national fortune for Qi Liang with his own strength, how rebellious should this be?

The wooden skewer could not be burned or destroyed, so Qi Liang continued to draw luck from him until he squeezed out his cultivation.

Just for Xiao Wang's sentence "Buddhism is prosperous", is it worth it?

Su Fu suddenly sensed a burst of qi rising for no reason, and a faint green glow lit up from Qingshi's forehead.

The little monk sat in the wind and snow, his forehead was green, and a stone tablet not far away was also green.

Su Fu was a little stunned.

Song Zhiqing, who was leaning under the big banyan tree, kept his face indifferent.

The master of the Song big scabbard died in the Ghost Gate.

He naturally knew that the Ghost Gate Pass was once the dojo of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and most of the grandmasters of the previous generation in the world died there, even if it was the sword master of the meritorious creation, he could only seal the ghost gate for a short time.

And the bluestone in front of him has already been confirmed, and there is no doubt that it is the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo.

He is the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva who is waiting for the Sword Master.

In this life, when you come to the human world, as long as you collect all the six souls and restore your cultivation, you can re-seal the ghost gate.

Therefore, Song Zhiqing never thought that Qingshi would stop at Jipin.

As soon as that green mang appeared, the bluestone's qi improved greatly.

He made a nectar seal in his right hand, raised his left hand slightly, held the orb in vain, and held the solemn aspect of the law.

The green glow on the top of his head condensed into a human shape.

The second soul of King Jizo.

Orb Jizo.

The soul of this treasure bead has been found by the bluestone for a long time, and for more than a year, it is almost integrated with the bluestone at this moment, but there is some pulling.

Pulling outward.

It's not that the soul doesn't want to enter.

It's that Qingshi is unwilling.

The little monk looked at the stele of the master and said softly, "Master, I am fine. ”

He waved his hand to summon away the soul of the Jewel Bodhisattva, but found that the master's soul was as stubborn as ever, and he drilled into his body vigorously.

Qingshi said helplessly: "Be good, obedient." ”

The soul of the Orb Bodhisattva actually shook his head.

The corners of Qingshi's eyes were slightly red, but his voice was more gentle: "Master, I just want to accompany you for a little longer, a little longer." ”

The Jewel Bodhisattva tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, and seemed to smile.

Qingmang returns to its place.

The snow was silent, and the temple was quiet.