Seeing that the red light was coming, Zhao Xinming shouted violently, flew up and kicked over. A sharp pain instantly spread throughout www.biquge.info his body, and Zhao Xinming couldn't help but scream. At that moment, Zhao Xinming suddenly fell into a trance, as if his soul had left his body, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in an empty and bright world. Zhao Xinming looked up, the surrounding Buddha light was clear, Sanskrit sound murmuring, and a white light in front of him was about to disperse and condense, and finally condensed into the appearance of an old monk, with kind eyebrows and smiling faces, wearing a set of white monk clothes, and a psychic aura came from the heart.

"The old monk Huaiyuan has seen the donor. The old monk folded his hands and bowed, and said softly.

Zhao Xinming was slightly stunned, and hurriedly replied, "Under Zhao Xinming, I have seen Master Huaiyuan." ”

"It turned out to be Zhao Shizhu, and the poor monk was polite. Huaiyuan smiled slightly and bowed again.

Zhao Xinming was puzzled in his heart, and couldn't help but say, "Master Huaiyuan, I don't know where this is?"

Huaiyuan smiled and said, "Hehe, Master Zhao doesn't need to worry, this is the inner world of the poor monk." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a shaking around them, which spread rapidly like water waves. After the waves, the whole world changed, and a huge mountain range stretched in front of me. There is a mountain peak in the mountains that towers into the clouds, emitting a faint yellowish glow. The mountain peaks are full of green foliage and life, and a huge temple sits on it, stretching for hundreds of miles. I saw Huaiyuan clasping his hands together and making a Buddha call, and the two of them shook their figures, and they had already come to the front. Zhao Xinming looked up, and a huge plaque above the temple gate read three big characters "Longteng Temple". The pen is vigorous and powerful, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, faintly revealing a trace of kindness, a trace of compassion, and a sadness.

"Good words!" Zhao Xinming looked at the three big words and blurted out. Zhao Xinming knows nothing about the history of "Longteng Temple". Fortunately, he didn't know, so he said yes, and if he knew, he really didn't know how to feel!

Huaiyuan smiled faintly and said, "Master Zhao, please." ”

After speaking, Huaiyuan took Zhao Xinming and walked inside. Although Zhao Xinming was full of doubts, he couldn't ask for a while, so he could only be patient and follow Huaiyuan into the "Longteng Temple". Walking into the temple gate, Zhao Xinming saw that the front of the main hall was full of people, all of whom were donors who came here to worship incense. From a rough point of view, there were no less than 1,000 people, although there were a large number of people, but none of them made a loud noise, and no one bullied the weak. Rich and poor, young and old, all lined up, holding incense with a reverent face, and slowly walked towards the main hall.

Zhao Xinming looked at it for a while, and a sense of warmth arose. He has been weak and sick since he was a child, and in order to ask for the blessing of the Buddha, he has gone to a lot of famous mountains and temples. These temples are all disgusted with the poor and love the rich, the princes and nobles, the wealthy and the big families greet each other with a smile; the pawn peddlers and the poor people will only look on coldly, and they really haven't encountered such an equal treatment as the "Longteng Temple", so they can't help but admire and arch their hands: "Master Huaiyuan, if you want to go to the pillar incense, please also ask the master to complete it." ”

Huaiyuan smiled faintly, clasped his hands together and said: "All beings are equal in front of the Buddha, and it doesn't hurt for Lord Zhao to go by himself." ”

Zhao Xinming happily returned the salute and stepped forward. This "Longteng Temple" incense is also different, a large vat in the middle is for pilgrims to invest money, three or five Wen can also be, a hundred taels of gold is also OK, even if it is not to pay money, all according to personal wishes; after throwing money to go back, all the incense regardless of size, regardless of length is neatly placed on the side, also unattended, let it be used. Zhao Xinming thought about it, took out an ingot of five taels of silver and threw it in, and asked for three thumb-thick incense sticks in the back, holding them in both hands and waiting quietly at the back of the line. waited for more than two hours before it was Zhao Xinming's turn.

There are three Buddha statues enshrined in the main hall, about nine zhang high, similar in size, with different expressions, looking down on all living beings. Zhao Xinming looked at them one by one, and was shocked in his heart, these three Buddhas were actually alive!

The monk on the side smiled slightly, called a Buddha number, and said: "This donor, the Buddha is destined to be a person, everything is in my heart." ”

Zhao Xinming hurriedly replied with a salute, and looked at it again, the Buddha was born from the heart, although there were only three, but he had exhausted all the states of the world. Three Buddha statues are one day and one place, Zhao Xinming was silent for a moment, walked to the Buddha on the left, knelt three times and knocked nine times, and entered a stick of incense, only asking for the dead parents and relatives to rest in peace;

After entering the incense, Zhao Xinming slowly withdrew from the main hall and said to Master Huaiyuan: "Master Huaiyuan, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Master Huaiyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, Master Zhao, please." ”

Zhao Xinming nodded, and continued to walk inside with Master Huaiyuan. Passing through the main hall, I heard the sound of chanting coming from afar, straight into my heart, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy, and my whole body was light. After walking for a short time, there is another large hall, and there are 500 monks sitting on both sides of this large hall, who are chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha. There are many people standing or sitting in the middle, looking at the costumes of wealthy families, ordinary people, and high-rollers, looking at their expressions or confused, or hateful, or angry.

"Master Huaiyuan, what is this?" Zhao Xinming was puzzled in his heart and said softly.

Master Huaiyuan sighed lightly and said, "Master Zhao, life is full of joys, sorrows, and sorrows. In life, only after going through many hardships can I reach my heart directly. These donors come here from thousands of miles to solve their doubts. It's a pity that the Buddha has a fate, and whether or not he can realize the true knowledge depends on everyone's own heart. ”

Zhao Xinming nodded, the world is ignorant, does not seek progress, only knows how to complain about the heavens and others, if he is the same, I am afraid that the bones will be gone! Zhao Xinming smiled faintly and said, "There is Master Lao." ”

Huaiyuan smiled, took a big step and continued to walk forward with Zhao Xinming. One step out, as if crossing hundreds of millions of miles, this feeling is very wonderful, the so-called close to the end of the world is nothing more than that. Zhao Xinming was extremely surprised in his heart, but the things he encountered today were too unbelievable, so he didn't ask too much and continued to walk forward. At this time, it was already evening, and the two of them passed through several halls again, but it was a martial arts arena, with a length and width of more than fifty zhang, which was twice as large as the martial arts arena of "Ling Tianzong".

There were three old monks sitting on the high platform in the middle of the martial arts arena, and their faces could not be seen clearly, as if they were separated by a water curtain. These three old monks turned out to be the top masters of the Outer Gang Five! Zhao Xinming was surprised, and then looked at the martial arts arena, a blood-colored red light stood in the middle, and a figure loomed in the red light, which was not real. Zhao Xinming glanced at it, only to feel that a cold and piercing killing intent was overwhelming, and the artistic conception of "only me" was instantly stabbed. Zhao Xinming was shocked, and when he saw that he was about to die with killing intent, he heard a Buddha horn suddenly sound, and the killing intent retreated like a tide, and an old monk slowly walked over from the main hall behind him.