Nanzhan Buzhou.

A colorful butterfly manifests out of the void.

Li Qing has been flying for a long time, and he doesn't plan to really enter reincarnation.

According to legend, Tie Gui Li, one of the eight immortals, lost his body when the original god was not completed, and finally reborn with the help of the corpse of a lame man who died of cold and starvation.

Although this is a story of the past, it is indeed a way out.

If Li Qing wants to emulate his predecessors, he naturally has to find a corpse that has not been dead for a long time. He didn't know why he crossed the continent and the sea to come here, he thought, maybe it was because there was a Tang Dynasty here, so he was dragging himself in the dark.

......

Green mountains and high cliffs, surrounded by green water, a section of cloud forest, full of pine flowers.

A gust of wind blew, and the figure of the butterfly swayed in it like a broken candle. Under a distraction, pieces of silver light sprinkled down, the aura surged, and the wind changed, and it turned into a silver waterfall, which was hanging upside down on the cliff.

Li Qing sighed, he didn't expect this accident to happen, he flapped his wings and was about to leave, but he saw a wooden plank on the river going downstream.

On top of the plank was a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Li Qing flapped his wings, cut through the void, and examined it carefully, but saw that the baby's lips were bruised, and he was already silent.

His heart moved, and the butterfly slowly sank into the baby's eyebrows, and after a while, the baby gradually had a heartbeat, and slowly opened his eyes, a pair of black eyes were flashing with a deep light.

......

Back to the mountains and water, a good temple.

Taoism talks about tranquility, and Buddhism asks for incense. Therefore, where there is a temple, it must not be able to get rid of the red dust.

This is Datang, Jiangzhou.

After a spring rain, the earth is full of life, and the number of pilgrims who come to worship the Buddha also increases.

There are two trees planted in the backyard of the temple, one is a pear tree and the other is also a pear tree.

A little monk with clear eyebrows sat cross-legged under the tree, looking at the sky in a daze.

A white pear blossom fell, striking his shiny head.

"Xiao Liu'er, you are hiding here again and being lazy~"

A voice came, and the little monk waved his hand to brush the pear blossoms on his head, and said, "Zen master, I'm not lazy, I'm practicing~"

The old monk with white eyebrows and white beard walked over, took off a pair of monk shoes, put them under his buttocks, and half-lay down with his back against the pear tree.

The little monk twitched, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he said helplessly, "Zen master, your feet stink." ”

When the old monk heard this, he knocked on his little head, and said angrily, "Zen master Zen master, you should call me master." I picked you up from the river, and pulled you up with a handful of and a handful of urine, am I easy?"

The little monk was full of black lines, patted his head, and said, "I have never urinated on the kang, don't put your unbearable past on me, I have only eaten your rice for a few years at most." ”

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, his beard trembled, and he couldn't help but knock on his shiny head again, "Go! Go out to pick up guests! Without incense money, I don't think you even have rice to eat!"

The little monk stood up helplessly, folded his hands and bowed, and said, "The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform. Zen Master, you're in love~"

"Get out!"

......

In the solemn temple, the pilgrims either kneel or pray, and their eyes and postures are full of piety.

The little monk clasped his hands together, his steps calmly shuttled among the pious pilgrims, a pair of clear eyes without sorrow or joy, like a person from another world in the thick of red dust, with a detached posture.

People come and go, the sun sets and the moon rises.

The little monk gently flicked the lantern in the temple, and the dim temple was slightly brighter.

He looked back at the old monk who was reaching out for the merit box, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Zen master, my newly brewed wine is missing two jars, do you know who touched it?"

The old monk was counting the copper coins, and his face was full of red light against the light of the lamp, and his body stiffened when he heard this, his face did not change, and he continued to count the big money in his hand, and strung it with a rope. First, he bowed to the golden Buddha on the lotus platform with a solemn expression, and muttered in his mouth, "Sins and sins, don't blame the Buddha for ......"

After the old monk finished talking, he turned to look at the little monk, sighed, his face was full of melancholy, and he was heartbroken, "The monks have five precepts, one precept is to kill, two is to steal, three is to be evil, four is to lie, and five is to drink." How can you say such things in front of the Buddha's golden face? What a sin and a sin, and why don't you worship the Buddha and ask the Buddha for forgiveness!"

The little monk looked up, and a big Buddha inlaid with gold leaf was sitting on the lotus platform, his face was not real, but he had been dyed by the rich incense for a long time, and he had a kind of compassion.

The little monk shook his head and walked towards the backyard of the temple. Naturally, he would not tell the old monk that there was no Buddha in the spiritual mountains of this world.

The old monk was so angry that he stomped his feet and chanted to the Buddha for a long time, and then went to the backyard with the incense money.

This temple is very large and can be called the largest temple in Jiangzhou. But there is only one old monk in the huge temple.

The name of this temple is called Jinshan Temple.

The old monk has a Dharma name, called Fa Ming Zen Master.

And that little monk was rescued by Fa Ming Zen Master when he went to the river to fetch water more than ten years ago, so the old monk gave him a nickname and called Jiang Liu'er.

The little monk doesn't like to be a monk, and he doesn't like this name, because he used to be a Taoist priest, a national teacher of a country, killed a Shura, made a big fuss in the underworld, and suppressed a number one in the world.

He is Li Qing.

Li Qing stood under the pear tree.

"What are you looking at?" the old monk walked over and followed Li Qing's gaze.

Jinzanji Temple is located halfway up a large mountain, and from here, you can see a higher mountain.

Li Qing looked at a waterfall hanging on the black cliff wall, surging endlessly, steaming with silver light under the moonlight.

This scenery is not an exaggeration.

Li Qing looked up and saw that the old monk was still stunned, and asked, "Zen master, what are you looking at?"

The old monk didn't look at the hanging waterfall, his eyes focused on the high mountain, where it was pitch black.

The old monk didn't answer, but suddenly he lost the interest in talking, waved his hand and turned around and walked towards the meditation room.

Li Qing looked at his slightly rickety back, turned his head and looked at the high mountain, which was high and dense, and it was still dark.

......

"Xiaoliu'er, what are you doing here?"

"Practice. ”

"Hahaha......"

“...... What are you laughing at?"

"What can you do by sitting like this?"

"Cultivating the mind. ”

"What is the heart?"

“......”

"Look, you can't figure it out yourself. Don't give me a pick-up yet!"

"Zen Master, are you a legendary master?"

"That's right. ”

"How tall?"

"It must be about the same height as that mountain!"

......

Li Qing thought that there must be something hidden on that mountain.