Chapter 1: I was 500 years before the Buddha

The wind swept through the dark clouds with a slight roar, as if to punish the earth. www.biquge.info The leaves of the banana trees outside the temple were crackling with the wind, and the black night sky was dark and there was no bright light in the stars, only the main hall of the temple in the distance seemed to have a dim halo.

The black clouds floated overhead, and it seemed to have a thousand coercions, which made people a little breathless.

"Boom", the sound of thunder and drums.

"Crackling", lightning accompanied by thunder, it seems to be a duet between the two, which makes people listen dullly and harshly.

The swaying windows of the temple, creaking and creaking, make you want to dismantle him.

After the solo of the wind, the duet of thunder and lightning, the rain grains that people "look forward to" are long overdue.

After the scrubbing of the temple, independent in the mountains. It seems a little lonely, a little declining.

In the main hall of the temple, in front of the Buddha statue, under the dim oil lamp, a young kneeling worshipper wearing Taoist robes is reciting the Taoist scriptures devoutly.

The morning sun rises in the east, bringing hope for a day, as if nothing happened last night.

The lush foliage on the mountain, moistened by last night, left a full juice alone. The stone steps are still a little slippery.

"Senior brother, what kind of crime did you say we suffered, and we sent him supplies every time. ”

The two young Taoist priests in Taoist robes on the stone steps were estimated to be fourteen or fifteen years old, and one of them complained.

The other was carrying supplies, panting, not saying anything, and glancing at the way up the mountain. Continue the climb.

When the complaining Taoist priest saw that he ignored him, he muttered to himself. It stands to reason that after all these years, he should also understand the temperament of this Taoist priest, but he still can't help complaining.

I don't know how long the two walked for a long time, but finally came to the temple.

Gently picked up the door knocker and tapped it gently, the Taoist priest who was carrying the materials paused and shouted, "Uncle Shi, we have sent you supplies." ”

In the temple, there is no movement. Two Taoist priests stood outside the door, waiting, not daring to say anything.

After a while, the door of the temple slowly opened, and standing in front of the two Taoist priests was a young man wearing a Taoist robe with a slightly pale face, as if he would die at any time.

"Uncle Shi, Master asked us to send you supplies. The Taoist priest carrying the supplies respectfully handed the burden to the young man.

The young man took the burden, without saying a word, turned around, and closed the door.

The two little Taoist priests seemed to have gotten used to it, the little Taoist priest with his backpack folded his hands and bowed slightly, while the other complained and walked down the mountain without looking back.

"I said, you see if Uncle Bai is even weaker. Those senior brothers in our mountains seem to be more refined than their uncle's cultivation. The grumbling little Taoist priest said to the little Taoist priest who was carrying supplies.

"I think Uncle Bai is definitely not far from the limit. The grumbling little Taoist priest said confidently.

"You say, if Uncle Bai leaves like this, doesn't that mean that we won't need to go back and forth so hard in the future?"

"You say, if Uncle Bai leaves like this, will Master be sad?"

The whining little Taoist priest walked all the way, talking all the way. The little Taoist priest with the backpack never said a word. Silently walking his own way.

Open the baggage, a bottle of Guyuan Dan, a bottle of Cleansing Pill, and a compendium of Taoism. The three things were neatly placed together, no different from before, except that this time there was an additional compendium of Taoism.

Place the three items on the table.

Bai Xiaofei knelt on the futon, facing the Buddha, muttering to himself.

Today is the fifth year that Bai Xiaofei came to the temple, five years.

Bai Xiaofei turned out to be an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect in Qingyun Mountain, Qinghe Mansion, Qingzhou, because his cultivation was hopeless, so he and his outer disciple Chen Lin came to Qingyun Sect's subordinate industry Qingyun Temple to be the host, but I didn't expect that five years ago, someone broke into Qingyun Temple at night, and in the fight, Bai Xiaofei was seriously injured in order to save Chen Lin.

After being sent back to the mountain gate for rectification, he could not find any injuries he had suffered, so he had no choice but to return to the temple, and later found such a temple to recuperate. In the past five years, there has been no major problem, except for occasional relapses.

In the past five years, although Chen Lin has not come to see Bai Xiaofei in person, Bai Xiaofei knows that Chen Lin has no time, and every time he sends Bai Xiaofei, Chen Lin needs to take a lot of tasks to redeem them, otherwise there will not be so many.

"I want to think that I Bai Xiaofei entered the Qingyun Sect at the age of eight, and advanced to the third layer of condensation at the age of eleven, but I didn't expect to be judged to have a limited sea of qi, and I couldn't break through the third layer of condensation, and I had no hope for life, so I had no choice but to come to the world, but I didn't expect to suffer this catastrophe again, not only did I lose my cultivation, but I also didn't have a long life. I don't believe in this life, I don't believe in this day. ”

Bai Xiaofei did not chant again, but looked back on his life and was unwilling.

"I don't know what kind of injury you have, but I can confirm that you won't live for five years." This is what the elder who diagnosed it in the original sect said to Bai Xiaofei.

Today, it is the five-year period, Bai Xiaofei took out a box from behind the Buddha statue with difficulty, and there were dozens or hundreds of bottles in it, all of which were like bottles in the baggage just now.

Gently put the things he had just delivered into the box, and took out a new set of Taoist robes from the box, and gently closed the box.

Bai Xiaofei hugged the box to the Buddha statue again, then changed into a new robe, and instead of kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, he sat on the futon.

Bai Xiaofei sat in front of the Buddha statue, opposite the Buddha statue.

Looking at the gilded Buddha statue, Bai Xiaofei couldn't help but smile and said: "Buddha, I, Bai Xiaofei, have been kneeling to you and worship you for five years, and now I am sitting in it like you, the only difference is that after I die, no one will come to bow down to me, and you have one less person to bow down." In fact, we are so similar, so good. ”

The Buddha statue seemed to understand Bai Xiaofei's words, and there seemed to be a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes.

After speaking, Bai Xiaofei didn't pay attention to anything, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for death.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was dark, and it seemed that the sky was so repeated. The roar of the nine heavens could be faintly seen.

After some brewing, lightning erupted, like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky. The shining arc ran down from the clouds to the top of the tall tree in the temple, as if it were about to split the tree.

Dark clouds pressed on the top, and black clouds pressed heavily on the temple.

Bai Xiaofei's brows furrowed slightly, it was this simple frown, but it also took him a lot of effort. It's as if the whole person is a little unstable.

Suddenly, the sky flashed again, and in the blink of an eye, it was back to its original state.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound like the sky cracking and the earth cracked, and Thor exploded.

Bai Xiaofei opened his eyes slightly, but it was only a slit, only to see a white light flashing in front of him, and the slightest lightning merged into the Buddha statue.

The faint cracking sound was enveloped by the thunder in the sky.

Bai Xiaofei wanted to open his eyes and see how the thunder and lightning outside were ravaging the earth, but unfortunately, he couldn't open his eyes again no matter what.

Lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder rang out one after another, like a bound lion roaring. There seems to be an endless stream of complaints.

"Smack", suddenly, a dazzling lightning bolt illuminated the sky and the earth. People in the distance can clearly see the temple on the mountain. You can even see Bai Xiaofei sitting on the futon.

A bolt of lightning broke free and shot at the temple like an arrow off the string, drawing a beautiful straight line in the dark night.

The lightning struck directly on the top of the Buddha's head, and the Buddha statue seemed to be torn apart. But it is extremely reluctant to be torn apart, and it seems that its face is also very hideous.

Bai Xiaofei's mind was already blurred at the moment.

After all, the lightning could not fight the Buddha statue, so he could only die down.

The sky seemed to be calm.

The top of the temple is exceptionally jet-black.

A terrible darkness is like a greedy devil trying to swallow the entire temple. At this moment, the lightning tore the clouds apart like a vigorous white dragon, and like a sharp sword, it cut the clouds in all directions. Suddenly, the sky turned white.

A flash of lightning rushed from the white sky like a poisonous snake to the temple.

Pierce directly into the top of the statue and walk over the entire body of the Buddha. Rao is Bai Xiaofei was delirious, but he was still calmed by the loud roar.

After all, it was divided by the lightning that entangled people, and the huge Buddha statue swelled its body, as if it was trying its best to maintain its last point of existence.

At this moment, in the sky, lightning flashed and thundered, and lightning swayed through the layers of dark clouds. It's like a child who is happy because he broke the Buddha statue.

Bai Xiaofei had reached the point where the oil had run out at the moment, there was still a trace of breath in his snort, and the only bit of brilliance left in his visible body was also disappearing. If it is true that the king of Hades told you to die on the fifth watch, you will not live to live for the sixth watch?

After the lightning, bean-sized raindrops rolled down from the sky, and the windows "horned". In the blink of an eye, the raindrops became many silk threads, which hung from the air overwhelmingly, and rushed straight to the ground with "booms".

The trees in the temple were bent into bows by the wind, and the green leaves were scattered all over the ground, and they were also swept into the air by the wind.

The Buddha statue in the temple seems to have given up the struggle, the brilliance in the eyes is no longer there, and there is a faint collapse from the head and neck, who knows........