"Cut...... I thought he was a disciple of a famous sect, but I didn't think it was a casual cultivator, and it seems that his cultivation is not much higher......"

"Now that the south is in turmoil, the Fanyin Temple has opened its gates, inviting the world's fellow Taoists to fight against the demon calamity, I think this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I don't know how many loose cultivators will rush to it, trying to get any benefits from the authenticity of Buddhism......"

"Hey, look at the sword behind his back, isn't it a little weird?

"What's weird, there are so many cracks, looking at the quality of the sword, it must be an inferior magic sword that is not a weapon, otherwise how can it be carried on your body?

"Yes, too...... Even our sect doesn't have many good flying swords, how can such casual cultivators have them?"

After a period of silence, the young disciples of the Xianqiao Sect were bored, their eyes couldn't help but look at the loose cultivator man on the side, and whispered, a few people were afraid that Lin Chen would not be able to hear it, and his voice was deliberately raised a few points, and there was a look of superiority between his eyebrows.

Chen Qingqiu frowned and looked at this group of young disciples, although these disciples are all people with extraordinary qualifications, but they have never seen anything in the world, under the protection of the sect, they have developed a high-spirited and arrogant atmosphere, if it goes on like this, it is difficult to become a big weapon, senior brother took them down the mountain this time, it was a wise choice, he shook his head and sighed secretly, his eyes fell on the young man in front of the stone tablet, but he was a little appreciative, this young man was neither humble nor arrogant, not frightened, but had a good heart.

With a slight thought in his mind, he looked away and turned into the distance.

Most of the people who have no sect and no sect are those who have mediocre qualifications, but they can't bear to give up their cultivation, these people can't look down on them by the major sects, and they don't have any adventures, and they won't have much success in their lifetime, but there are also some casual cultivators who are weak and like to live in seclusion, but the practice of Taoism is shocking, and even the major sects are afraid of it, most of those people are old-timers in the cultivation world, that is, the legendary masters outside the world, but Lin Chen is young, naturally he will not be some of the very few people, so Chen Qingqiu just glanced at him lightly, and he didn't care, but the genius uncle of the Xianqiao faction flashed a trace of pity in his eyes。

"Hey, it looks like it's going to rain!" At this time, the girl in the crowd who was joking with the senior sisters looked at the sky and said in surprise.

Hearing this, the young disciples all looked up at the sky, and as the dark clouds gradually accumulated more and more, I don't know when the sky had already quietly dimmed, and the sunlight that was still shining on them not long ago had completely disappeared above the ink clouds.

"We've all come here, why haven't we seen anyone from Fanyin Temple to guide us?" At that moment, everyone couldn't help but whisper again, but when they saw the head of the sect, they looked like they were lightly closed, and although they were dissatisfied, they had to stare dryly.

Lin Chen was silent for a while, his eyes slowly withdrew from the two ancient characters, took a few steps forward, stood on the bank of the river, and silently looked at the river in front of him, which was as quiet as an ancient well.

The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back.

Only those who are obsessed and unrepentant do not listen to the church and strive to move forward.

Fanyin Temple opened up this river, named the bitter sea, laid down a great magical power, blocked the red dust, and what kind of deep meaning, is it to persuade people to turn back, or to teach people to be obsessed with obsession?

What exactly is this shore?

"Boom-" A muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and it rolled away, but after a while, a misty rain rose in the clouds.

"Where is my shore?"

The drizzle and mist were full of water and clouds, like smoke and silk, fluttering and sprinkling, falling on the calm and mirror-like water, splashing countless ripples, Lin Chen looked at the smoke in front of him, like a fantasy, and thought in a daze, he was a little stupid for a while.

"Hey, call you, why don't you want to be human!"

I don't know how long it took, in a trance, I suddenly heard a crisp sound coming, Lin Chen's body shook slightly, a faint golden light flashed from his body, he suddenly took a step back, and then woke up, took a deep breath, and he was unconsciously indulging in this sea of suffering.

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Chen's heart couldn't help but be slightly shocked, with his cultivation at this time, his heart was strong, and he would even unconsciously go to the Tao, this Fanyin Temple "Sea of Bitterness", I don't know what Buddhist magical powers are contained in it, it is really extraordinary.

In front of the crowd on the other side, the old man who closed his eyes and recuperated suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Chen thoughtfully, the light in his eyes flashed, and then closed slightly.

Lin Chen froze his mind, turned around, and it was the lively and active girl Yi'er who spoke, and above the heads of the crowd, a pale cyan light curtain appeared, which was some kind of five-spirit spell, it turned out that as soon as the rain fell, this group of young disciples spontaneously cast a spell to shield everyone from the wind and rain.

Yi'er glared at this man with some annoyance, before seeing him standing there motionless, his clothes were all wet by the wind and rain, strange and pitiful, he was also lowly in his ways, and he was reluctant to use mana to avoid the rain, but he didn't think about calling him several times, and this person reacted, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just that at this moment, seeing Lin Chen's gaze, the two clear eyes, like a deep pool, smiled slightly, for some reason, a little anger in the girl's heart disappeared like this, a little red appeared on her pretty face, and even her speech was a little stumbling: "You, do you want to come in?"

Lin Chen shook his head, stretched out his hand, let the rain beat on his palm, and said with a faint smile: "No, I like this rain." ”

As he spoke, he turned around again and quietly watched the smoke and waves rippling all over the river.

"Weird! pretend to be deep!" A male disciple couldn't help but purse his lips when he heard his words, and muttered disdainfully in a disdainful tone, but the girl who had always been alive on the side became extremely quiet at the moment, looking at the back in front of him in a daze.

In the vast smoke and rain, this handsome man stood in the wind, silent as promised, for some reason, there was an indescribable look of ease, and his clothes fluttered, just like a god who broke out of the water.

"Yi'er, what's wrong, what are you looking at?" Just when the girl was stunned, she suddenly heard the words of her familiar senior sister ring in her ears, she suddenly fell asleep, and quickly responded, a few red clouds flew on her face, and when she couldn't help but look at the person again, the back was still elegant, but the feeling of being shocked just now was gone.

"This man...... It's really weird" Subconsciously, the girl from the Xianqiao faction also muttered.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Just when everyone was waiting silently, a low bell that seemed to echo in the sky rang slowly, from far and near, slowly came, and when I heard it in my ears, it was extremely clear, as if it had knocked into everyone's heart.

Everyone's hearts were cold, and their eyes looked at the bitter sea and river, the sky was full of smoke and waves, and in the vast rain and fog, there was a shadow of a wooden boat, slowly rowing, still in the distance, a song had been heard:

"I would like to be a stone on the road of red dust,

Mochou Lake, the wind chill gently picks up the smoke,

Changting Road, I don't know the way back.

Broken incense, cold dew, the heart is still persistent

The sea of suffering, do not look back, only cultivate the next life.

......”

As the wooden boat gradually approached the ferry, everyone also saw clearly that the person who sang was actually a handsome scholar in a green shirt, standing on the bow of the boat with his hands on his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind and rain, and his whole body was indescribably dusty and elegant.

"Little life is an idiot, I have seen all the donors, please get on the boat. ”

The scholar looked at everyone and said with a smile, his voice was very soft and beautiful, full of intellectual gentleness, which made people feel like a spring breeze, Xianqiao sent Lingfuzi, Chen Qingqiu, and Li Changqing to see this scholar, they didn't seem to be strangers, nodded slightly, and stepped on the wooden boat, and a group of disciples behind them saw this, and they hugged their fists and saluted, and they also boarded the boat.

Lin Chen walked at the back, and after getting on the boat, he looked at the scholar on the head of the boat, his eyes flickered, he hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency is from Fanyin Temple?"

The scholar shook his head and smiled: "Xiao Sheng is just a ferryman." ”

Saying that, I didn't see any movement from him, the wooden boat slowly started, rowing to the other side, it seemed that Uncle Chen's words had worked, and the disciples of the Xianqiao faction seemed quiet all the way, although they were a little surprised by this scholar, and couldn't figure out why the usher of this Fanyin Temple was not a monk, but no one dared to ask, but the attention fell on the two people on the head of the boat from time to time.

"If the donor has any doubts, he might as well say it directly. The scholar saw that Lin Chen was about to speak and stopped, and smiled.

Lin Chen shook his head slightly, stared at him, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that when I heard Your Excellency's singing, I remembered the allusion to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang City." ”

The scholar smiled slightly and said: "Xiao Sheng is the person who only believes in fate and does not believe in Buddhism, he has returned to the land for a hundred years, his soul is not scattered, he has become a lonely soul, he has to be ignited by the master of Burning Difficulty, he becomes a Buddha ghost, and he ferries on the sea of bitterness all day long." ”

Lin Chen looked at him and stared at him for a long time, the scholar was frank and right, his smile did not change, and after a long time, Lin Chen smiled and stopped talking.

The group of disciples of the Xianqiao faction didn't know what the allusions to the White Horse Temple were, they only heard a little confused, but they could hear the words of the scholar, they were all awe-inspiring in their hearts, the master of the burning disaster was the younger brother of the abbot of the Fanyin Temple, and he was one of several highly respected masters in Buddhism, and no one in the world knew it, but what surprised them even more was that this scholar who looked very extraordinary was actually what kind of Buddha ghost, as the name suggests, but this ghost can also practice Buddhism, such an unbelievable thing, or the first time I heard it, and my heart was in awe of the Buddhist monk who had never seen it.

'Boom...... Boom...... Knock ......'

The melodious bell sounded again, and in a daze, everyone overheard the scholar sing again:

"Leaning on a hat of smoke and rain,

Wait for the light to break through the clouds.

Listen to the three thousand Sanskrit sounds,

That's what I smelled. ”

His voice, like the morning bell, is low and deep, gently fluttering, making people feel calm, as if the quiet years are all in my heart, quietly passing.

Unconsciously, everyone was stupid, when they came back to their senses, their eyes suddenly opened up, the mountains roared, and the Sanskrit sound was curling, only in the ears, the ancient temple pagoda, the majestic temple, all in front.

"Xiaosheng will be sent here, and you can go up the mountain by yourself. When everyone got off the boat, the scholar smiled, and with a slight gesture, the wooden boat set off again, and disappeared in the vast smoke in a blink of an eye.

Faintly, far away, you can hear the faint ancient song, floating between the sky and water again.

"That night, I listened to Sanskrit chanting all night, not for enlightenment, but for a trace of your breath. ”

"In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for excess, but to touch your fingerprints. ”

"That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth. ”

"In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the road. ”

There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth, and only this long song echoed softly.

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