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The early morning sun was a little intoxicating, Zixu opened the curtains, and two rays of light appeared as a map, and then disappeared. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

Yesterday, after chatting with the Dragon King of the Four Seas in the Illusory Thousand Worlds, I went to the dungeon of the underworld to find the Ten Halls of Yama and the Bodhisattva of the Jizo King, and asked where the divine power remained. I couldn't imagine that I was so close to the place where these divine powers were.

It seems that the Ten Hall Yama Kings have hidden their divine power in a good place.

The door was pushed open, and Zi Wan'er walked over quickly, looking at Zixu: "Brother, didn't you go to the Illusory Thousand Worlds to play today?"

"Nope". Zi Xuan heard the voice and shook his head at Zi Wan'er.

Zi Wan'er smiled at Zi Xu: "Can you take me to the Four Seas Dragon Palace Copy World again."

"Why?". Zi Xuan asked Zi Wan'er rhetorically.

Zi Wan'er said frankly to Zixu: "Yesterday I met a dragon girl, and I thought it was quite interesting, so I wanted to have fun."

Zixu shook his head slowly in response.

"Brother, tell me how to go, okay." Zi Wan'er saw Zi Xuan shaking her head and coquettish at him.

Zixu shook his head again: "I only have the permission to go once, so I can't go now."

"Spoiled". Zi Wan'er muttered to Zixu, and then hurried to a room.

Zi Xuan shouted at Zi Wan'er: "Don't leave yet, I'll ask you something."

"Something". Zi Wan'er asked rhetorically at Zi Xu.

Zi Xuan thought of the map and asked Zi Wan'er, "Have you ever heard of a temple called the Great Compassion Temple here?"

"Dabei Temple? Zi Wan'er asked rhetorically at Zi Xu.

Hearing the monk's two words, Zixu couldn't help but get angry: "If you ask you, you will honestly say what you are doing."

"If you ask someone, they're going to say no. But if you ask me, I can tell you that there is a small temple here called the Temple of Great Compassion." Zi Wan'er thought for a moment and replied to Zi Xu.

After speaking, without waiting for Zixu to speak, he continued to say to him: "If it wasn't for me and ......."

"If it weren't for the coincidence, I wouldn't know the name of that little temple." Zi Wan'er paused a little when she said this, and she seemed a little hesitant.

Zi Xuan heard that there seemed to be something buried in Zi Wan'er's words, and his lips moved but he still couldn't help but ask. No matter how close she is, she must always be given a little space, and if she wants to say it, she will naturally say it.

"Brother, what are you looking for this small temple?" Zi Wan'er asked Zi Xu.

Zi Xuan only vaguely explained when she heard Zi Wan'er ask: "It's nothing to hear others mention occasionally, it is said that the temple is quite effective, so I want to go and see it."

"After you go out, follow the straight road up the mountain, and you will see a small temple about ten miles away, and if you remember correctly, the temple is the Temple of Great Compassion that you said." Zi Wan'er said to Zixu.

Zixu nodded, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Seeing Zi Xuan walking away, Zi Wan'er rolled her eyes and muttered to herself in her heart. Although it was ten miles away, it was not easy to walk, so I still sneaked down the path to see.

"Sister-in-law, I told you that there is a small temple called Dabei Temple, which is fun, or we will play together in good condition. Staying in the room all day, suffocating to death." Zi Wan'er walked to Fang Yuting's room and shouted at the top of her voice.

Fang Yuting opened the door and looked at Zi Wan'er: "Do you want to go out to play?"

"Yes". Zi Wan'er nodded and replied to Fang Yuting.

Fang Yuting smiled at Zi Wan'er. Liu Ming and the four of them were studying the formation and armored vehicles with the Purple Shirt Academy. I happen to have a lot of free time, so I might as well relax: "Okay".

......

Zi Xuan was unaware of Zi Wan'er's careful thoughts, and went all the way according to what Zi Wan'er said.

A stream slowly descended from the mountain, and Zixu looked up to see that this mountain peak and river were surrounded by a unique characteristic.

Listening to the sound of running water in my ears, my eyes looked around.

I saw a person wearing a hat and holding a fishing rod, staring intently at the fishing line.

Due to the hat, it is not possible to tell the age of this person.

"Excuse me, there is a temple on this mountain." Purple Void asked the man with the hat.

The man didn't look up, but looked at the fishing line on the water: "A small temple, no one went up the mountain a hundred years ago. At this time, the mountain is overgrown with weeds, making it difficult to walk. If you want to see the beautiful scenery of the purple shirt, you can go to the purple shirt view."

"It seems that you are quite familiar with this small temple on the mountain." Zixu listened to these words and asked the man.

Although the man still didn't look up, his tone was a little relaxed: "Naturally familiar, if the donor wants to go up the mountain to make a wish, then please go back."

"Buddhism and Taoism are a family, the road to the purple shirt view is easy to walk, and the donor can go and repay the vow. The gods and Buddhas of the heavens will not blame, why bother to climb this mountain." The man's voice came again.

Hearing this, Zixu's heart rose up: "Are you a Taoist priest of the Purple Shirt Temple?

"The little monk is a monk, how can he be a Taoist priest. As for soliciting, it is a bit absurd." Hearing Zixu's words, the man took off his hat, revealing his bare head.

Zixu looked at the man's slick head, and then realized that it was a little monk about eighteen years old, and suddenly laughed: "Isn't it a murder precept for a monk to fish."

"Monk fishing is not killing, but cultivating the mind." The little monk said to Zixu.

Zixu shook his head: "Won't the fish hook ruin the fish's life?"

"There is nothing wrong with a monk fishing, but there is no hook under this fishing line." The little monk lifted the fishing rod, and a handful of grass was tied to the smooth fishing line.

Zixu couldn't help but smile dumbly when he looked at the grass that had been bitten off more than half, and walked to the little monk's side and sat down happily: "Replace the grass with a fish hook?

"The donor praised it falsely, and the poor monk just wanted to benefit these destined fish by the way in a calm state of mind." The little monk's words did not fluctuate much, and he replied to the purple void.

Zixu looked at the little monk in front of him, and saw that his eyebrows were clear, and there was a faint trace of Buddha-nature in his eyes. He is older than him, and his strength is stronger than him, so it makes sense to call him a little monk.

"I don't know what your relationship is with this small temple on the mountain." Zixu asked the little monk.

The little monk smiled at the stream in front of him: "That's the home of the poor monk."

"Your home?". Zi Xuan looked at her with a hint of surprise. It must be known that the Great Compassion Temple is the inheritance left by the King of Jizo Bodhisattva, and I didn't expect this person to be a good chance.

The little monk didn't reply when he heard this surprised voice, but quietly threw the fishing line back into the water and watched carefully.

Zixu looked at the fishing line that fell into the water and asked the little monk: "That small temple is the Temple of Great Compassion."

"Exactly". The little monk replied to Zixu, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

A question arose in Zixu's heart, and Zixu looked at the little monk: "You just said that there have been no pilgrims in the Great Compassion Temple for a hundred years, so how do you live?"

"First, there is only one poor monk in the Great Compassion Temple, and the poor monk's master has passed away ten years ago. Second, the master of the poor monk opened up two acres of thin fields in the mountains in the past, so that he could make a living." The little monk explained to Zixu.

Zixu combed the little monk's words: "That means you started farming when you were less than ten years old?"

"Cultivation is practice". The little monk spit out these words softly, and then stopped talking.

Zixu's gaze looked at the water along the fishing line: "You just said that your heart is uneven, can you tell me the reason."

"Seeing each other is fate, so why can't you say it." A smile appeared on the corner of the little monk's mouth.

But then the smile turned into a wry smile: "It's a shame to say that the little monk had a nightmare and was scared like this."

"Nightmares? Doesn't it mean that people have no dreams? As a disciple of Buddhism, how can you have nightmares?" Purple Void couldn't help but smile a little.

The little monk sighed: "This nightmare has to start from the origin of the Great Compassion Temple, and the donor is willing to hear it."

"I want to hear about it". Zixu said to the little monk.

The little monk organized a sentence in his heart: "Once upon a time, there was an unknown flower on this mountain peak, and this flower and flowering period were indefinite. Sometimes it opens once a day, sometimes it opens every few years".

"There are such strange flowers." Zixu sighed at the little monk.

The little monk smiled slightly: "It's not a strange flower but a magic flower, but in the classics of my Great Compassion Temple, I prefer to call it the flower of the other side."

"Flowers on the other side?". Purple Void fell into deep thought.

The little monk explained to Zixu: "The name of the flower may be slightly different from the flower on the other side described by my Buddhist, but this temple will make it the flower of the other side."

"The beauty of this flower and the fragrance of this flower have been passed down for thousands of years. According to the temple, countless people have come here to see the true face of this flower." The little monk paused a little at this point, as if he was recalling the story.

After a while, he slowly said: "But they don't know that when this flower blooms, there will be dead souls, and when this flower blooms, there will be dead people."

Therefore, whenever someone comes to watch the flowers, the patriarch of the temple will light an everlasting lamp. Resist the ferocity of this flower with the Dharma, so that it will not harm people's lives." When the little monk said this, he paused again.

Then the conversation changed: "Even if the patriarch of the temple uses Buddhism to resolve the ferocity of this flower." But mortals are in the red dust, even if they are lured to death by the flowers on the other side, they will not go to this lamp and die."

In desperation, the patriarch of the temple eradicated this flower. Later, the soul of this flower wanted to spread the plague to take revenge on the ancestor. The patriarch cut his wrist and watered the flower with blood. The ferocity of this flower is gone, and it will be extinguished with the ancestors." The little monk said to Zixu.

Zixu suddenly realized: "Is this the origin of the Great Compassion Temple?"

"Exactly". The little monk replied to the purple void.

Zi Xu's heart was full of doubts, what did this matter have to do with nightmares.

As if sensing Zixu's doubts, the little monk slowly explained: "During this time, the poor monk often dreamed of that flower. I saw the souls in the flowers boundless, opening their teeth and dancing claws, so that the mood could not be calmed for a long time."

"You dreamed of that flower?". Zixu showed a look of surprise.

The little monk nodded very seriously: "Recently, an unknown flower has bloomed, and the poor monk is afraid that this flower will recover, so he came here before." First, calm the state of mind. Second, prevent tourists from climbing this mountain by mistake to avoid accidents."

"Unknown flowers bloom? Zixu listened to the words of the little monk and gradually fell into deep thought. I vaguely felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say it.

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