Nothing will fade under the wash of time.

One hundred and eighty years ago, the old bhikkhu who single-handedly founded the bhikshu kingdom slaughtered all over the world on the day of the limit, and all the psychic aliens were terrified and fled.

The old monk thought that he could protect the bhikshu kingdom for 200 years, but he forgot that in this world, there will always be some newborn calves to pick up the tiger's whiskers, not to mention that he is already dead.

The old bhikshu was not allowed to leave his family in the bhikshu state ashram during his lifetime, so the bhikshu country without him was like a flock of sheep without a shepherd dog, seducing countless malice.

Temptation, temptation.

A hundred years after the death of the old monk, the accumulated malice finally broke out, and a demon plague was about to sweep across the bhikshu country.

It was also at that time that a monk came to the east.

The monk is very old, with ravines on his face, white eyebrows and white beard, and no long things.

The old monk was bumping into an evil tiger eating people, stopped the evil tiger, and asked, "Why do you want to eat people?"

The evil tiger has given birth to a spirit and is able to spit out words, and replied, "Heaven gave me strength, and gave me sharp claws, that is, let me eat meat, otherwise my big belly will not starve to death?"

"But if you eat them, they will die. ”

"If I don't eat them, I'm going to die. Do you know what it's like to starve? I'm so hungry that I'm dying of hunger. ”

"Then how can you quench your hunger without having to eat people?"

"I only eat freshly killed, hot meat!"

The old monk looked at the evil tiger, "It's a pity that I don't have flesh and blood in this body, only a heart, do you want to eat it?"

"Bring your heart to me to eat, and I will not eat anyone. ”

The old monk tore open his chest with one hand, cut out a heart from it, and handed it to the evil tiger.

The evil tiger looked at the heart glowing with golden light, and did not dare to swallow it in his stomach, but licked it, and scraped some flesh and blood from the barbs on his tongue, and returned the heart to the old monk.

After this day, there were more Buddhist temples in the bhikshu country, and the demon plague that had just shown signs was suppressed again.

The people felt their kindness, and the incense was constantly burning on weekdays.

Nearly a hundred years have passed, the old monk not only did not die of old age, but gradually regained his youth, and the people said that this old monk may be a true Buddha, this is to save all sentient beings.

......

Thousand Buddha Temple.

A fair-skinned, handsome-looking monk is holding a shriveled heart to feed a tiger.

"Your heart is almost eaten by me. A three-foot-long tiger lay in crunches in the courtyard and looked at the monk who came over.

The monk didn't speak, just had a smile on his face.

Even if he shaved his head, he was really a beautiful man like no other, and this smile even closed the flowers in the courtyard in shame.

A heart has fed the tiger for nearly a hundred years, and this time the tiger is no longer just licking, but swallowing this shriveled heart in one bite.

The smile on the monk's face brightened, and he even made a sound, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

"You have no heart, you can't support me anymore, I should go. The tiger was facing the monk, and his body tensed and stepped back.

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

A monk, a tiger, eyes facing each other, farther and farther away.

......

The Thousand Buddhas Temple is located on a hill, and people come here every day to offer incense.

It was nearly noon and the sun was blazing.

At the foot of the mountain, there are two more figures, one large and one small, exuding a compelling chill.

Li Qing stopped, and the temple on the mountain loomed under the cover of the mountains and forests.

"You're waiting for me here. Li Qing looked at the endless stream of pilgrims on the mountain road, and said softly, "I'll go and investigate the situation first." ”

"I'll go with you!" Sycamore's eyes were red, but he didn't cry.

"Obedient. Li Qing touched Wutong's head, "I'll go first to see if Xiaoshi is in the temple, and I must rescue him first." ”

Without using a spell, Li Qing pressed the hilt of his sword, stepped on the mountain road, and walked towards the temple on the mountain step by step.

It is rumored that the Buddha offered in the Thousand Buddhas Temple is not a wood carving clay tire, but a shell left by the monks in the temple who have attained the flesh of the Buddha.

Li Qing raised his eyes to look at the Buddha sitting on the lotus platform, covered in golden light, his legs crossed, one hand pinched the fearless seal, and the other hand made the wish seal, his expression was serene and the treasure was solemn.

At a glance, I saw that in this Thousand Buddha Temple, except for these fleshly Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform and some pilgrims who entered the incense, I didn't even see the shadow of a monk.

Li Qing walked all the way through the hall and walked towards the backyard of the Thousand Buddha Temple.

The guest hall, the dining hall, the meditation room, the Zhu room, Li Qing checked them one by one, not only did he not see the small stones, but even the monks in the temple were nowhere to be seen.

The entire Thousand Buddha Temple, except for those flesh Buddhas and pilgrims on the lotus platform, is actually empty!

Li Qing thought about it, when he searched before, he deliberately avoided the practice place of the old abbot of the Thousand Buddha Temple, and now it seems that if the little stone is still alive, then it can only be at the old abbot.

As soon as he lifted his feet, he suddenly slammed his body.

"What are you looking for?"

Li Qing's heart tightened suddenly, his five senses were so sensitive, he didn't even notice the person behind him.

Li Qing's heart was tense, but his body relaxed and turned around naturally.

In front of him stood a monk dressed in white robes, with his hands folded at this time, with a gentle smile on his face, "Do you need the help of the old monk?"

Li Qing looked at this handsome little monk, and secretly said that he was only afraid that the legendary Master Xuanzang was nothing more than that, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know who the little master is?"

"I am the abbot of this Thousand Buddha Temple, and my Dharma name is an idiot. ”

"I heard that when the master came to the country of bhikshus a hundred years ago, he was old, but now that a hundred years have passed, the master is even more energetic. Li Qing's thoughts moved slightly, rubbing the hilt of the sword, and said with some mockery.

"This stinky skin is just an appearance, which makes the layman laugh. The monk said calmly, "I have also gained the true meaning of cultivation, and I should understand that youth is just a matter of waiting for my generation of practitioners. ”

"I'm here to find a child. Li Qing didn't talk about anything else, his hand pinched the trick, and the water vapor converged and condensed into the image of a small stone, "I think the master has seen him." ”

The monk looked at it carefully, and said, "It turns out that the layman is here to find Hongyi, please come with me." ”

Li Qing unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, followed behind the monk, and asked, "Hongyi?"

"Hongyi is the name given to him by the old monk. ”

Li Qing was a little awkward when he heard this young and handsome monk call himself an old monk. Walking with him in the empty temple, Li Qing always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it, and he had a strange feeling in his heart.

Pushing open the door of a meditation room, the idiot monk took a step back, "Hongyi is inside." ”

"Won't the master go in?" This meditation room is very remote, the sun can't shine in, it is dark inside, Li Qing's eyes stared, slightly glowing, and he vaguely saw a small figure lying on the bed.

The nose twitched, it was indeed the smell of small stones. Li Qing didn't pay any attention to the monk anymore, his figure flashed, and he had already arrived at the bedside.

Lifting the quilt, Li Qing's heart ached, and his complexion changed greatly.