Shizhou is located in the southwest, adjacent to southern Xinjiang and north of Mozhou. Far away from the prosperous place of the Central Plains, the vegetation is luxuriant, the peaks and peaks are stacked, and there are many barbarians walking around.

In this remote and backward place, there are occasional business people who open up the road to business, and there is an endless stream of tea sellers and horse gangs. After a long time, the people of the wilderness knew the preciousness of silk and silk and jewelry, and the people of the Central Plains also regarded the exotic spices, gold, stone and jade as rare and rushed to buy them.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

Thousands of years of business and trade exchanges, although Shizhou is a corner of the corner, not as good as the Central Plains states, but there are also several lively, prosperous and rich towns.

Fancheng, located in the central area of Shizhou, is built by the mountains, surrounded by mountains, and guards a city. This is the only city that was not built for trade, and it is famous for its longevity. There are many high-ranking officials and nobles and prominent people in the city, and there are also nobles who come here to establish a palace in southern Xinjiang, even if they are down-and-out beggars, they can live to the old age. Fancheng at night is the same as other ancient cities in six states, with bright lights and wine, drunk and dreaming of death. However, the most extraordinary is in that day, the morning bell hits the hustle and bustle of yesterday, the fish drum beats the troubles of the world, and the bursts of Sanskrit sound start in the valley hundreds of miles away from the Brahman City, and the Sanskrit sound is pervasive and endless.

"Nam no oh Hello Na, Dora Night, Nam no Ah Ah, Brahma, Shimmering Bowl, Bodhisattva Baba ......"

The monks outside the city sing the praises of the red dust and the suffering of the world, and the living beings in the city listen to the glimpses of floating flowers and the floating life of the passing years. Only when all things in the world experience the staggering of the staggered can they know the ease and comfort of tea. The Sanskrit sound of the day is like a stone thrown into the lake, causing ripples in people's hearts. The people in the city thought that there was a living Buddha in the valley hundreds of miles away, and the people who burned incense and prayed in the valley flocked to it, and the dignitaries set up a monument here, and the fate was called "the valley of incense".

There are no temples in the Incense Valley, and Sanskrit sounds do not originate. There is a lake in the valley, the lake is big, the eye is out of reach, there is a lonely peak in the lake, all day long the smoke and clouds are swirling, you can't see things, there is often golden light, melodious bells and beautiful Sanskrit sound come from the lonely peak. The people set up an incense hall by the lake, there are offerings, and they encounter the ferrying monks who pick up the sesame oil on the shore to worship, and they call it a high monk, and they pray;

The full moon is shining, the city is brightly lit, and the voices of people are boiling. The incense valley is lit by candlelight, the wind blows the bamboo leaves, the rustling sound rises, and the sound of the lake water hitting the shore is so prominent. At the top of the lonely peak, the golden light rotated and shone like the past, and in this dark night, it seemed to be a ruthless gaze scanning the earth, solemn and slightly mocking. It's just that when the bright moon moves to the peak, the golden light is prosperous, unyielding, and rises into the clouds, at this moment, I don't know whether the moonlight illuminates the lonely peak or the golden light dilutes the moonlight, and the heaven and earth seem to be connected by the pillar of gold and silver light, and the Fancheng and the incense valley are like day. The people in the city all thought that the gods and Buddhas in the mountains were sacred, and the blessings were shining, and they kowtowed for a while, and the living Buddha in their mouths continued.

After half a cup of tea, the light gradually weakened, and only the bright moon in the sky remained undiminished, witnessing the previous miracles. Everything is dull again, the valley is still quiet, the occasional cricket chirps, the lake is calmly reflected in the moonlight, and the people in the city are gradually falling asleep, and everything is quiet.

A meteor streaked by, two, three...... I saw a few meteors like trailing, streaking across the sky, sliding from the edge of the sky to the middle of the valley.

The sound of clogs ...... from far and near, from the lake, to the city of Nafan.

"Donor, stop, don't hurt the innocent, and add to the killing!" Then the sound of many chases gradually rose, and during this thick and gold-pierced sound reverberated in the hearts of everyone like an alarm bell, shocking the heart.

"King Kong subdued the demon sound, I can't imagine that hundreds of years later, there will still be people who have cultivated its essence, shook their souls, and suppressed the magic sound. The man in front of him in a white robe covering his whole body said, whispering to himself, "It's a pity, I'm not a demon, this Great Dao Buddha sound, what can I do!

The black robe following behind, the clogs under his feet stopped for a moment, "hum", a slightly dull hum came from under the black cloak. "Master, why don't you kill these bald donkeys, they don't have bad luck following like this. ”

"Demons, you have done a lot of evil, you don't change your mind in the temple and take refuge in my Buddha, and you still want to do this murderous thing, isn't he afraid of going down to the eighteen layers of hell in the reincarnation!" I saw three monks chasing out of the valley, led by an old monk, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, although it is already a twilight year, but between the eyebrows and eyes are always flashing bright and wise, wearing a red yellow robe, holding a rosary, standing in the middle. Standing beside him were two young monks, dressed in cyan monk's robes, who were modest and cautious, but they could also see that they were still childish, and they were inevitably straightforward.

"Huh...... The Buddha said, 'I don't go to hell, who goes to hell', I go to hell to find the Buddha, the Buddha is not there, the Buddha goes to hell to find me, to go to others, and you juniors know what a Buddha is?" The white robe stood barefoot on the ground washed by the moonlight, the exposed skin was like ice jade, white and flawless, the moonlight shone under the cloak, the handsome face, the bright eyes flashed, and the corners of the mouth rippled slightly, which caused the disaster of the city, the male and female appearance, the original feminine feeling disappeared in his body, and in a trance, it was like a white lotus, independent of the world, unstained with smoke and dust in the world, endless sacredness and solemnity.

"Donor, the old man knows that you have been in the temple for a long time, and when you enter the temple, you will sweep the floor without hurting the lives of ants, and cherish the moth yarn lamp, but you will never do this hurtful thing, I don't know why you are going to the Venhma City?"

"Master, don't talk about Buddhism with these evil demons, and suppress them as soon as possible!"

"Fuhui Zhizi Jue, the original circle can be understood. There are very few people who have written now, and I ask you, old monk, which generation are you?"

"The heart of the poor monk, the donor knows the number of my temple, it seems that he has deep negotiations with my temple, and I hope that the donor will be with me in the temple, participate in Buddhism, and achieve positive results as soon as possible. ”

"Haha...... A good heart, do not forget the original intention, you have to always. Benxin, the miracles and visions of the temple today are all because of me, how can you stop it alone, and you have never gone down the mountain to stop me, do you want to do this unacceptable thing?" The man in white turned around and questioned Benxin.

This question is also in the middle of the heart, the heart began to travel from the mortal world and returned, saw the vision of the world, there were two people escaped from the temple, asked the deacon monks to know that the demon suppressed in the temple absconded, so he pursued all the way to here, I thought that the host would send someone to arrest him, but I didn't expect a stick of incense to see no help, at this time I was speechless.

"You go back and tell Fan that my five-hundred-year period has come, and from now on the temple will not be able to do anything, this Brahma City has my cause, and you don't need to interfere. Lao Hou took this child, and our fate was temporary, and we will see you in the future. Seeing him make any moves, there was a croaking child in his arms, and he handed it to the black robe that followed him, and without saying a word, he took up a glass-like stick and flew to the sky.

"Amitabha, the donor actually learned the instantaneous body technique in this Buddhism, he is really an immortal genius, and the old man is willing to bow down. If the child is the donor's karma, he will ask the donor to leave. The monk pleaded again.

"That child is only the cause and effect of the black robe, and my fate is under this city. The white-robed young man said, his right hand pointed at Fancheng, turned his hand into a palm, and made a pulling momentum, his left hand was erected in front of his chest, his thumb was lightly clasped in the palm of his hand, his index finger was slightly bent, and the remaining three fingers were in the shape of a hand knife. Behind him, the young monk's heart suddenly stirred, how could there be such a holy demon in the world?

"Om, well, what, horn, mi, huh" The white robe recited six characters in a row, and the fingers of the left hand changed six times, or the thumb and little finger were buckled, or the orchid fingers were made...... There was an immeasurable amount of Buddha light around him, and he saw six rays of light shot out of white, blue, yellow, green, red, and black towards the underground of Nafan City.

"The six-character mantra, the six-character mantra, my Buddha is compassionate, I don't want to have people in this world who understand all six words, good and good, the donor has a great relationship with my Buddha, follow me back to the temple, how about purifying all sentient beings?"

The corners of the white-robed young man's mouth were slightly upturned, and the meaning of sarcasm was fully revealed. When the little monk behind him wanted to say something, he suddenly felt that the center of the city was shaken and uneasy, the wind was strong, the city wall collapsed, and the screams were endless, and some of the land in the whole city collapsed, but some places rose to the sky, and the city was a sea of fire, and the blood flowed and drifted. originally wanted to save the people in the city, but the white robe used a spell to imprison everyone's actions.

"As I said, don't act rashly, it's coming to an end. The white robe looked at Fancheng and said to the people behind him.

"Donor, how can a person who can perform the immeasurable Dharma have no Buddha in his heart? Stop quickly, otherwise the world will hate you and the Buddha will abandon you!"

"Huh...... I believe in fate, but I don't believe in Buddhism, and I believe in Buddhism, but I don't believe in me. Didn't the Buddha say that there is him in the world? These mortals spend their days drinking and drinking, and only when disaster is approaching do they cling to the Buddha's feet, they are hopeless, and if they want to save the world, they must first destroy the world, and then stand up. Feel the pain, experience the pain, accept the pain, understand the pain, and then know the value of peace, and only then do you know that there is a Buddha in the world, come out! Friends, let us bring pain to the world!" the white robe shouted calmly and sonorously in the face of the deep pit on the ground and the Brahma City that was floating in the air and being engulfed in flames.

As if the sun rises from the horizon, a white lotus slowly floats out of the giant pit, shining brightly, otherworldly, pieces of petals are like breathing, opening and receiving, and for a time the vitality of heaven and earth surges and gathers in the heart of the flower. Its birth hastened the disintegration of the city of Brahman, how many lives were ruined here, the peak of the lonely peak, in an inconspicuous thatched hut, I thought of a sigh "Alas, Amitabha, why should the donor take the chaotic blue lotus to kill in vain, my Buddha is merciful!". But seeing a golden light from far and near, suddenly it has reached the top of the Brahma City, and the Brahma sound bursts, descending ten thousand golden lights, and the flames where it shines subsided, and all the people in the city were swallowed by it.

The white robe did not stop it, stretched out his hand, and the white lotus fluttered in, constantly transforming in the air, and fell into the hands of the white robe when it was grasped, "Old friend, I came as promised, so far you and I will not be separated." The white lotus responded like a fierce response, the blue light was flourishing, a pillar of light rose to the sky, and there was no one else when it was dim, only a free and uninhibited faint voice came:

"Flowers and leaves don't see each other for thousands of years, and fate is born and danced. The flowers do not understand the words of the flowers, and the Buddha crosses my heart and sighs empty. ”

The city in the air seemed to have lost its supporting power, and smashed into a huge pit in an instant, the smoke and dust billowed out, the ground shook the mountains, and it was deafening. After the smoke and dust, a figure rushed out, and the two monks next to him were already frightened by the general trend tonight, and sat on the side in amazement. "Break and then stand...... If it is not broken, it will not stand...... The huge city of Brahma is gone, Buddha, do you think he is right............?"

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On the top of a high tower in Zhongzhou, a fairy wind Dao bone, a silver-haired Taoist, wearing a Yin and Yang Wuji Taoist robe, wearing a purple gold black spine Dao crown, holding a golden silk floating dust in his left hand, holding a glass gossip mirror in his right hand, looking at the southwest, with a melancholy "Yin and Yang rotation, anode yin, cathode Yang, the general trend is coming, is it luck, or calamity......"