Thousands of miles away from the small city, a handsome young man sat by the dilapidated temple, quietly looking at the chaotic raindrops outside the door, a coarse cloth robe was a little shabby but there was no trace of sewing, and the thin and yellow cheeks of the past seemed to be inflated.

The rain continued day and night, and the gentle spring breeze was passing through the valley, turning into a disorderly wind, and the sound of whimpering wind made in the small temple, and in the blink of an eye, the corners of his clothes were wet with the rain that blew in, and the cold linen cloth was close to his skin, and the young man couldn't help but shiver.

This small temple was originally a mountain temple built by local villagers and hunters, but as more and more hunters hunted the game in the mountain forest, the mountain forest became colder and colder, and this small temple became more and more desolate.

The boy got up and took two steps, looking up in the direction of the path, until a thin and emaciated figure appeared in the rain, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Liuerdao, you're here. ”

The figure got closer and closer, the completely soaked robe was attached to the body, revealing a physique different from that of the human race, the pale golden hair was all over the body, supple and not stained with half a cent of dust, and when Liuer threw the melon and fruit in his hand to the young man, the rain on his body had flowed down the hair, and even the robe on his body was evaporated and dried by the rising blood.

"Hmm. The corners of Liu'er's mouth twitched, and he smiled and said: "Cultivation needs to be relaxed and have a way, your physical body is weak, which limits the improvement of cultivation, at your age without the support of the master to cultivate the Qi cultivation period, you are already considered a handsome talent, you don't need to stretch yourself too tightly." Unable to sit still, he scratched his ears, as if he had heard something in the distance through the dripping rain.

The young man nodded and said, "Brother Xie Dao for guidance." Zhou Bai didn't accept him as an apprentice, so Liu'er didn't call him a junior disciple, but he was commensurate with Taoist friends and fellow peers.

Seeing Liu'er looking at the hazy sky, the young man also sat quietly in another corner of the temple.

It is strange to say that in previous years, the spring rain was scarce, and the spring drought was the majority, but the rain in the past few days has been somewhat abnormal, and the rain outside the house has not weakened in the slightest, and even in the whimpering wind.

The river outside the valley swelled, flooding the original wooden bridge, and the boy was trapped in this valley and the temple was broken, unable to enter and exit.

"Brother Liuerdao, the person who pushed me behind my back that day..... Is that you?"

The silence was broken, and the young man looked at Liu'er, who had become a little restless, with some confusion, and asked in a low voice. In any case, the other party is a 'fairy' in the eyes of the world, and although he is now commensurate with his Taoist friends, it is just polite words.

If it weren't for the fact that the relationship between the two had eased up after getting along in the past few days, he would definitely not have asked this question.

Liu'er jumped down from the desk, stared at the young man, and nodded, "That's right." The immortal gate is difficult to enter, and the way of cultivation is even more difficult to find, I have been born for hundreds of thousands of years since ancient times, if it were not for the great price in exchange for the art of cultivation, now I am just a mediocre person among all living beings. Thinking back on his experience, Liu'er looked a little dazed: "The longevity of the human race is only a hundred years, and the opportunity is fleeting, how can you hesitate, at that time, I saw that you wanted to retreat and stretched out my hand to block you." It has made you and the teacher a good relationship. ”

The long-ago-tangled question was finally answered, and the young man let go of his palm in relief, and several finger marks had been imprinted on his clenched palm.

"Thank you, Brother Liuerdao. The young man patted the dust off his clothes, dusted off his sleeves, walked up to Liu'er, bowed deeply, and said seriously.

Liu'er looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression, sighed lightly, and said with a wry smile: "You don't have to thank me, if I don't stop you that day, the teacher won't accept me, help you only for myself." ”

The six-eared macaque is a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, which Zhou Bai knows very well, and his obsession is very clear in 'True and False Monkey King', he wants to attain the Tao and consummation.

For this reason, he is willing to become a chess piece of Buddhism and replace Sun Wukong on the road to the west, but although he is one of the four monkeys of the mixed yuan, his background is one line worse than Sun Wukong, and this line is the sage Nuwa who threw the 'Heaven Replenishing Spirit Stone' on Huaguo Mountain.

Since the time when he set the opportunity for Buddhism to prosper, he has fallen into the calculation of Buddhism and has become one of the outcasts on the westward journey.

Liu'er looked at the heavy rain and knew in his heart that this heavy rain was no accident.

Since the day when two golden rays of light rose to the sky in the east a few days ago, and the Lingming Stone Monkey broke through the stone, the changes in the qi of the Central Plains have become more and more drastic.

Like a sleeping dragon, it was suddenly awakened, and the luck of the whole humanity began to undergo a subtle transformation.

The sound of the rain gradually became smaller, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the temple gate, dressed in mysterious clothes and not distinguishing between monks and monks, holding a staff of Qibao Miao, and wearing his head in an ancient Taoist bun.

The six-eared macaque's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at the curious young man, and said indifferently: "My fate has arrived, and there is no reason to stay here, you can concentrate on cultivation in the future, so that you can do it yourself." ”

The young man looked at the old man outside the door suspiciously, and then looked at the six ears with indifferent expressions and complicated eyes, hesitated, and just wanted to answer but found that the small temple was empty, and both of them had disappeared, as if they had never been there.

Even the muddy footprints left by the six-eared macaque have disappeared, and the desk is not stained with dust or water.

......

In the blink of an eye, it has been July, with the continuous drizzle of early spring, the sky began to clear strangely, this clear is clear for three months, as the drought in various places becomes more and more serious, Li Yuan also feels that something is wrong, especially after finding a few 'national teachers' Taoist people to ask for rain, the entire Jingshi and even the entire Tang Dynasty fell into an uneasy panic.

It is also strange to say that the Tang Dynasty has a strong national strength, and many famous sects have disciples who have entered the court as officials, so as to practice with the help of national fortunes, these people are by no means wine bags and rice bags that eat and drink, and even some Taoists are familiar with immortals in the heavenly realm.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't ask for any rain, and there were a few scattered cultivators who couldn't bear the suffering of the people, and planned to hide from the rain of the heavenly court and force the clouds to gather the rain with a spell, but before the spell was arranged, they were split into charcoal by the thunder of the heavenly court.

Zhou Bai leaned on the windowsill and looked solemnly at several altars in the distance.

Since the beginning of the drought, he has dismissed the idea of going to the East China Sea, and during this time, countless altars have been established in Chang'an City, and the Taoist 'immortal chief' admired and sought after by the world has continuously weakened the faith and trust of the people on these altars.

Hongyu retracted her gaze and shook her head, "Above the sky, there seems to be a powerful spell that restricts the spell of Juyun. "It would be terrible for a huge city with a population of millions to fall into a water scarcity crisis.

The incompetence of the Daomen also made the impetuous people's hearts have many complicated thoughts and become restless.

Zhou Bai sighed and said, "As the prestige of the Daomen has fallen to the bottom, the Buddhism Gate is about to start acting. "This is Chi Guoguo's conspiracy, despicable but helpless.

There is a great drought in the world, and the heavenly court naturally knows that in order to obtain the support of Buddhism and hinder the forces of the two religions, Haotian chose to ignore it. In order not to give the other party a handle, the immortals who expounded and intercepted the sect did not dare to take action in person, and the immortals did not make a move and only relied on mortal cultivators, how could they be able to defeat the mighty heavens?!

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhou Bai got up, tidied up his clothes, and walked towards the door. Ruby wondered, "Where are you going?"

"Temple of Mercy and Grace. Zhou Bai said in a deep voice.

The reputation of the Daomen has become infamous, and he wants to know when the Buddha Gate will make a move.

Hongyu raised her sword and followed, grabbed the corner of Zhou Bai's clothes, and said softly, "I'll go too." ”

When the two of them left the inn, they found that the originally bustling street had become a little depressed, and the pedestrians on the road all had bitter faces and frowns.

Although it was summer, the outside of the city was barren, the vegetation was withered and yellow, and the stream was dry.

Outside the Temple of Mercy and Grace, Liao is deserted, the shops selling incense, candles and charms are closed, and the small shop of Jingchen lay has also been hung with copper locks, and the surface is covered with dust and grass clippings, apparently closed for a long time.

Zhou Bai sighed lightly, did not stop, and continued to walk towards the temple.

Without the smell of incense and candles and the believers who come and go, the huge temple looks a little cold, and a touch of sandalwood is particularly eye-catching in this cold and dead temple.

Bypassing the front hall, thick anger and water vapor came to the face, and the bustling sound came from the backyard, and from time to time there were a few happy laughter.

I saw the backyard of the meditation room, I don't know when a side door was opened, the surrounding villagers carried wooden barrels back and forth, looking for a farmer who had finished taking water, Zhou Bai knew that with the increasingly serious drought, the surrounding wells have gradually dried up, and now the only one that can produce clean water is the well in front of the Faming Zen Master's house.

The farmer folded his hands together with a pious face and said: "Bodhisattva bless, Buddha bless, if it weren't for the good heart of the Zen master, who took the initiative to dig the wall and share the well water with everyone, if we want to get water, we will have to run to the Yellow River dozens of miles away." ”

A subtle power was slowly generated, although Zhou Bai's expression was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, this kind of power was familiar to him.

It's Buddha-nature.

Disasters are the best way to unite faith, and when old beliefs collapse, people can quickly switch to other faiths in order to survive...... As long as you can live.

After Zhou Bai's observation, he found that every villager who came to fetch water would put down a pinch of incense ash in front of Fa Ming's meditation room, and some people who did not know the etiquette would bow down when they saw others bowing, close their eyes and whisper, 'Nan Wu Amitabha'.

Hongyu's brows furrowed, and the hilt of the sword in his hand became tighter and tighter, the other party did not do any evil or bad things, and even rescued a large number of farmers and shared their own well water.

But Hongyu's heart always felt that something was wrong, a little unhappy.

The door babbled open, the peaceful breeze blew away the summer heat, and also soothed the mania of the human heart, and as Zhou Bai and Hongyu entered the room, the door slowly closed.

The farmers who were fetching water also woke up and whispered about something.

This is the second time Zhou Bai has come to Fa Ming's meditation room, the first time he passed through the door without entering, and left here after saying hello, this time he really came in, and he found that this room was not as simple as he imagined.

An oil lamp was placed on the table, and although there was no wick or oil in it, the flame was bright and not extinguished.

Hongyu's eyes shrank suddenly, and she reached out and grabbed the corner of Zhou Baiyi.

'This thing is an innate spiritual treasure. Hongyu's voice appeared in Zhou Bai Zhihai, Zhou Bai stopped in vain, and looked at the oil lamp on the table in surprise, the fetish is self-glorious, and those who are not destined do not show their true form, Zhou Bai carefully observed, and found that the material and shape of the oil lamp were exactly the same as ordinary oil lamps, except for the strangeness of seeing the spontaneous combustion without oil, he did not notice other abnormalities.

Thinking back to the many spiritual treasures in the flood wilderness, there are only three lamps that can be called innate spiritual treasures. One is the Eight Views Palace Lamp, which is owned by the Taiqing Daoist and will never appear here; the other is the Baolian Lamp, which is owned by Nuwa Niangniang, and this thing should not be; the last one is the coffin lamp that burns the lamp of the Taoist body, and the three spiritual treasures are only related to Buddhism, and nine times out of ten it is this spiritual treasure.

Noticing Zhou Bai and Hongyu's gaze, Fa Ming smiled slightly, put away the brush in his hand, and said with a smile: "The two Taoist friends are really not ordinary people, this thing is owned by a traveling monk, because he drank a bowl of tea from a poor monk, he temporarily sent it here, saying that when a great power comes, he will know his meaning." Did you see anything?"

Fa Ming's words were not sarcastic or ostentatious, he was a mortal and he didn't recognize the origin of this thing at all, in his opinion, it was just a convenient lamp without oil and spontaneous combustion.

Zhou Bai smiled, and moved his gaze to Fa Ming, after a few months, the old monk who was about to die seemed to have grown in reverse, much younger, even the wrinkles on his forehead were a little less, and his eyes were deep and yellow.

Fa Ming's monk's robe was as blue as the sea, before Zhou Bai and Hongyu came, it seemed that he was studying ink, a dark inkstone was placed in the corner of the table, the purple-red ink was thick and even, since the two of them entered the room, they smelled the slightest fragrance, the fragrance was very light but dispelled the distance of sandalwood, a square yellow paper was placed on the table, obviously he had not had time to sketch the runes.

"This oil lamp is a rare spiritual creature in the world, containing supreme power, even I dare not easily win. Zhou Bai stretched out his hand to hold the old oil lamp, and when his hand touched the oil lamp, a strong sense of repulsion emanated from it, and the coercion exuded by the cultivation of the peak of Da Luo Jin Immortal was by no means something that ordinary Taiyi True Immortal could resist.

However, Zhou Bai was not an ordinary monk, and Lingbao was not driven by the people of the Burning Lamp Dao himself.

Fa Ming clasped his hands together and said with an indifferent smile: "Cultivators are originally pursuing Heavenly Dao immortality, so why bother to study the strength of victory or defeat?"

Zhou Bai shook his head and sighed: "Your Excellency has a deep understanding of Taoism's inaction, and your state of mind has reached the realm of heaven and man, so it is better to switch to the Daomen, even the Da Luo fruit position is easy to obtain." The corners of Zhou Bai's mouth hooked up a smile, and he looked at Fa Ming playfully.

Fa Ming smiled bitterly: "It's the poor monk who is wrong, he shouldn't laugh at friends." After chatting for a while, Fa Ming saw that Zhou Bai was not on topic, so he asked, "Why did Daoyou come this time?"

"For the sake of the world. Zhou Bai sighed lightly, and in Hongyu's white eyes, he made a look of compassion.