Wei Li and Gesang took the sheep to stay overnight, so after five days, they finally came to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, looked up at the mountainside, a palace pavilion stood between the mountain walls, only a sheep intestine path passed, the pavilion exuded a golden auspicious light, and there was a faint sound of bell chime coming from the mountainside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Gesang lay on the ground and kissed the land for a long time. Wei Li walked towards the mountainside, his pace was not fast, but as if shrinking into inches, he appeared a hundred zhang away in an instant. Gesang looked up and saw such a miracle, and once again fell deep on the ground.

Wei Li came to the front of the Mingwang Temple, and saw the palace standing majestically, if the miracle in the world, I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent to dig and build so many buildings in this mountain. Under the archway of Mingwang Temple, there is an old monk standing, he is wrapped in a saffron robe, his eyebrows are curved like the moon, his eyebrows droop and grow at the corners of his eyes, he is more than two feet long, his eyes are cloudy, he seems to have been dazzled, his face is full of criss-crossing wrinkles, his face is black and red, if it were not for the vision of his eyebrows, anyone would regard him as an ordinary monk.

Wei Li was shocked all over, this old monk appeared many times in the memory of the Seven Sufferings, it can be said that he accompanied the childhood and youth of the Seven Sufferings, until he went down the mountain, he was the teacher of the Seven Sufferings, the Banda Monk. Wei Li couldn't help but leave two lines of tears in his eyes, and choked up: "Master!"

Banda forgot about Wei Li for a long time, Wei Li only saw his cloudy eyes, but he was worried in his heart, afraid that he would see the flaws, and finally Banda showed a smile on his face and said, "Child, follow me back to the temple." This is what he has been calling for the Seven Sufferings since he was a child.

Wei Li breathed a sigh of relief, followed behind the rickety Banda, through the gate and the square, the temple was very quiet, even the monks who cleaned did not see, on the edge of the square stood a stone tablet three zhang high, but Wei Li's pupils contracted, his heart beat faster, the scriptures engraved on the stone tablet were the "Three World Classics" that Wei Li was going to steal on this trip, Wei Li stared intently at the "Three World Classics" to browse, this was really effortless.

Banda Monk didn't know when he stopped, but he didn't turn around, quietly waiting for Wei Li to finish reading the stele, and then said softly: "The Three World Sutras are the secret of Mingwang Temple, and they must be kept secret and not passed on, otherwise the temple will recover it at any cost." ”

Wei Li clasped his hands together and said according to the habits of the Seven Sufferings: "Disciple understands!" But he was very puzzled in his heart, since this "Three World Sutras" is a mystery that is not passed down in the temple, why is it standing on the open square, is it not afraid of being looked at by others?

Banda just reminded Wei Li, as if it was an unintentional move, and then continued to walk towards the main hall, Wei Li followed Banda to the main hall, and the whole hall was only dedicated to the "Ming King Bodhisattva" and no other Buddha.

Banda came to sit down on a futon under the statue of King Ming, asked Wei Li to sit across from him, and said, "Look at the appearance of King Ming behind you." ”

Wei Li looked up, the Ming King Bodhisattva who was about six feet tall was actually equal to the Buddha, the Ming King raised his eyebrows, doing the Vajra Demon Shape, Wei Li only felt that a fire was coming to his face, it seemed to be able to burn the spirit and soul, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, and heard the Banda monk say: "Child, how do you feel?"

Wei Li recalled the moment of fire just now, and said truthfully: "I feel boundless anger. ”

Banda clasped his hands together and said, "Vajra is angry, subduing the four demons, the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, and the six paths of compassion." The greater the anger on the face of the Ming King Bodhisattva, the greater the compassion that grew in his heart. Child, you look me in the eye. ”

Hearing this, Wei Li looked at Banda's cloudy eyes, and his white and black eyeballs gradually rotated, turning into a black hole, inhaling all of Wei Li's spirit into it.

Wei Li only felt that he was wrapped in a cloud of red light, sending him back into reincarnation and throwing him into a solid family of goodness. There he experienced a happy childhood and youth, he relied on his superhuman insight and some simple modern knowledge, the family business developed and expanded, married a beautiful wife, had a lovely son and a beautiful daughter, but after middle age, he suffered great changes, foreign invasions, mountains and rivers were broken, the country sank, in the face of such a rolling trend, Wei Li that poor modern knowledge could not return to the sky, he did not want to be a slave and a servant under foreign rule, so he had to wholesale into the mountains and forests, become a wild man, and was poor and destitute in the second half of his life, and finally froze to death on a snowy night。

Then the red light wrapped him in reincarnation again, this time he became a butcher, he learned the lesson of the last time, every day to sell meat for a living, although life is tight, it is also passable, but it is still middle-aged after the fusion of fusion, the two sons are not filial, for a little family property, every day to beat around, let him feel bored, in a quiet summer day, a hemp rope ended his life.

In the third life, he crossed over to become a beggar, and after learning the lessons of the previous two lives, he wanted to take his fate into his own hands. At this time, when the world was in turmoil, the rebel army swarmed, he resolutely joined the rebel army, experienced the friendship of life and death, experienced lingering love, experienced many betrayals, injuries, conspiracies, and conspiracy, and finally became the leader of the largest rebel army, leading the rebels from all walks of life to chase Hulu north, dominate the country, and dominate the world. He thought he could sit back and relax, but at this time, he had to face the competition for favor between the wives and concubines of the harem, the open and secret battles between his sons for inheritance, and the unruliness of various meritorious ministers. He boldly raised the butcher's knife, smashed the clever harem concubines into the cold palace, banished his son who was secretly fighting for power to the mountains, and slaughtered the unruly ministers. When he finished all this and looked around, he did not know when he became a tyrant, and was finally overthrown by his wife, concubine, son, and ministers of the court, and a pot of poisonous wine.

In this way, the next life becomes this life, and this life becomes the previous life, and the cycle is endless, endless. In each life, Wei Li learns from the experience of the previous life, and uses this as a lesson to change himself. He has experienced the rule of scholars and the power of the world; he has experienced the feudal wolf Juxu and the marquis of thousands of miles; he has experienced the world's fame, and a sword can block millions of teachers; he has experienced that the Son of Heaven cannot get on the boat when he calls, and poetry and wine are spread all over the world; he has experienced the ancient Buddha of the Green Lantern, and he has not penetrated the Dharma in his life, and he dies depressed; he has experienced the Taoist recitation of the Yellow Court, alchemy for longevity, and finally becomes a pile of dry bones. After a hundred lifetimes like this, Wei Li still did not understand the past life, this life and the next life, he seemed to be trapped in this infinitely extended living cycle, reincarnated from life to life.

Wei Qizhong gradually began to get agitated, he understood that this kind of reincarnation was not endless, his spiritual imprint was gradually weakening, and there would always be a day when it would be completely worn out, and at that time, it would be the time when he would fly away. (To be continued.) )