The desert is lonely, the wind and sand are all over the sky, the eyes are gray and yellow, and the coarse dust and soil are blown into the air by the wind, roaring for thousands of miles. In the northernmost part of Beiji Province, a low hill crawls lonely on the border of the two countries, which is the most in line with the habits of the Gobi Desert.

On this day, the wind became extremely irritable, flying sand and rocks, the dusk sun directly disappeared, and the thousands of miles of desert were instantly dyed black by ink. A few poplar trees, which had managed to survive with great difficulty, were hit by several large boulders, and in a blink of an eye, they broke off and soared into the sky; a large earth-colored python was about to hide from the ground into the depths of the sand, but it was torn out of the ground by a whirlwind, and rotted into a mass of filthy flesh and blood in the middle of the sand......

Countless rubble stumps, crying over the desert with the wind......

This is the most terrible disaster in the desert, and no living creature can survive the strangulation of the windy sandstones, which the locals call the sand devils. The sand devil descended, thousands of miles of yellow sand and thousands of corpses.

However, in the center of the sand devil's rage, there was a faint sound of copper bells. Its sound is like a hollow valley, intermittent, but clear into the ear, such as the Buddha singing, which makes people inexplicably reassured.

The brass bell was getting closer and closer, and a vague figure gradually emerged from the wind and sand.

A half-man-high boulder crashed into the figure with a thud, but the figure did not shake in the slightest, and the boulder silently turned into fine sand and was swept away by the wind.

No one could see such an amazing scene, and in this stormy land, this scene seemed too insignificant.

The low hill bowed down in even more fear, and if it was a little more, it would be completely flattened. It's just that in front of such sand devils, even flat ground has to be rolled up with three layers of soil.

In the depths of the ravines of the hills, there are six mottled and low stone houses, each of which is only half a person high, with no doors or windows, and is covered with thick sand and soil on weekdays. The wind swept in, and the dust on it was long gone, and stones kept falling on the stone house, and the stone house became crumbling.

In a stone house in the deepest part of the ravine, the dim candle flame was almost extinguished, and an old man with gray hair lay dead and silent on a pile of cotton wool, the cotton wool was dark and tattered, exuding a frowning sour smell, but the old man did not know whether he was used to it, or he was unable to move, so he lay down, motionless, and his body exuded the smell of death.

Time stood still in the room, leaving only a constant meager fire, burning silently.

I don't know how long it took, the candle flame finally went out, and before the wick burned out, there was an extremely faint sizzle, a wisp of green smoke rose straight up, and the last bit of fiery red disappeared into nothingness.

The old man was barely breathing, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes silently, his cloudy eyes slowly turning, and finally stopped somewhere in front of him, as if he had seen the scene outside through the thick stone wall.

It was pitch black in the stone house, and the old man slowly got up, the wooden plank under his feet made an abrupt creaking sound, and he reached out and pressed it against the stone wall. Although the stone house looks only half a person tall from the outside, the inside of the stone house is not crowded, and anyone who knows the structure of the stone house will surely exclaim that most of this stone house is buried in the rocks, so it can stand in this desert Gobi for so long.

But what kind of power should be there to bury the stone house deep in the rock?

The old man's hand rubbed against the stone wall that was rougher than his palm, and slowly imprinted on a certain mark.

"Click!"

In the silence of the room, there was a sound of stones rubbing, and the old man stepped on a stone staircase in the darkness and cautiously poked his head out of the small hole in the sloping wall of the stone house.

The old man quickly shrank his head, and in the next breath, a stone the size of a watermelon smashed directly on the rock next to him, and the gravel flew around.

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to be searching for something, but in the midst of the strong wind, it was too difficult to see things clearly, and the old man couldn't even open his eyes.

The sand devil has been here for several days, and he can't stop at all, and he wants to harvest all the lives in the desert before leaving.

The old man was just about to retract his body, when suddenly a copper bell rang, extremely thin, but the old man trembled suddenly, he tried to open his eyes wide, only to see a slender figure like a slow and fast, from the horizon of the sky, step by step.

He was dressed in a linen robe, but he had no hair.

The old man's cloudy eyes lit up with a faint light.

The warm voice of the "donor...... accompanied by the sound of copper bells, like the whispers of the Buddha, from the edge of the sky in a blink of an eye.

"Big ...... Division......"

The old man opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

"I know......" The monk chuckled softly and looked down at the old man. And the old man was in tears at this time, crying silently.

Monks, old people, stone houses......

Under this wind and sand, it is like a splashed ink painting sprinkled by heaven and earth.

......

Yongxi Road from the Chu Dynasty, located in the west of the dynasty, close to the western regions outside the country, the environment is harsh, the people are fierce, known as "from the Chu bandits out of Yongxi", the dynasty has gone through more than 400 years, the famous general in history, Yongxi alone has come out of three percent, and most of them are vanguard leaders, there are ten thousand people who are not brave.

Yongxi Road is a barrier from the west of Chu, no matter how crazy the demons are, it is difficult to pass through this thousands of miles of Yongxi, not only because Yongxi Road is stationed in the Yongxi Xuanshui Army, which is known as the first infantry from Chu, and is always eager to fight, but also because there is a holy place of Buddhism in the world in Yongxi Road - Landa Mountain, if the demons want to rush through the Yongxi Road, they must first pass the pass of Landa Mountain.

Yongxi Landa Mountain, the head of Buddhism in the world, the monks have profound Buddhism, and the believers are pious. Legend has it that 300 years ago, there was an arhat who cultivated the Arhat fruit position here and ascended to the heavenly Buddha kingdom, and the Buddha's light shone for 30 miles that day, and the golden Buddha light shined on Mount Landa all the year round, and his position among the believers has become deeper and deeper, until it is unshakable.

In the Nada Mountain, the Buddha is magnificent, the area is long, and it is not an ordinary mountain peak to see outside, but if you really want to enter it, you have to get lost and study it to know one or two.

In a brilliant golden light, a monk dressed in a linen robe walked out of Mount Landa alone.

"Master, I'm going to Beiji Road, and I want to see one more person. ”

"Can ......"

"The master doesn't ask me who I'm going to see?"

"Who else can there be for a human being? But I need to ask you. ”

"What?"

"What if you can't see it?"

"Immediately returned to the mountain gate and recited the sutra a hundred times. ”

"Even if you chant it ten thousand times, how can it be useful?"

“......”

"For the teacher to let you find someone, you also have to see another person, whether you see it or not, this time, you will go to the Western Regions, and the teacher is waiting for you there. ”

"How do apprentices find a master?"

"Where I am, the Buddha's light is self-generated!"

......

The Mai monk walked out of the Rota Mountain, and there were some believers who had been outside the mountain all the year round who wanted to get a glimpse of the Buddha's fate, and the monk drifted away in the longing eyes of these believers.

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This time, the sand devil went a little early, but it disappeared in two days, but the consequences caused by the sand devil have never changed, and the thousands of miles of wasteland are in ruins again. Wasteland, in the name of desertion and abandonment, has such significance.

"Lao Xia, you really invited the master of Landa Mountain. "Bald Mountain, that is, on that low hill, there are seven people standing, six of them are over half a hundred years old, and they exude the same dead breath on their bodies, as if they are about to swallow their breath if they don't pay attention to it, and the last one is the monk in a linen robe, the monk looks ordinary, but his body is slender, and there is an inexplicable aura rippling around his body, which makes it difficult for people not to pay attention.

The old man standing at the front turned his head and grinned very comfortably at the few people behind him, as if the boulder that had been pressing on his heart for many years had finally been removed.

Lao Xia untied the tattered thick cotton cloth on his body and took out a flat long cloth bag from his arms. He knelt lightly on the ground and opened it carefully.

The wind under the feet of the Mai monk blew the dust on the ground far away, and the ground under Lao Xia's knees suddenly became much cleaner, and a stone carving pattern that made me dizzy when I looked at it faintly appeared.

"It is rumored that this is left by Master Nagarjuna of the Buddha back then, which can communicate with the underworld and the soul of the afterlife......" Lao Xia opened the long cloth bag, revealing a piece of Bai Sensen's skeleton wrapped inside, "Master, this is my son's soul, using my secret method of attaching the soul from the Chu army, I barely sealed the soul on this bone, but to this day, the oil is almost exhausted, and I also asked the master to die for him!"

After Lao Xia finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily to the Mai monk.

"The Buddha once said that there are three lifetimes of cause and effect, and there are six realms of reincarnation, but there is no reincarnation in the world, so after death, if you want to be reincarnated, there is no way to talk about it, and the soul will either turn into a ghost and go to the Western Regions, or travel to the world, be burned by the karmic fire of the world, and go through all kinds of suffering before it can be annihilated...... There are nine Buddha prayer wheels left by the Buddha Nagarjuna all over the world, and it is said that as long as the Buddha descends to the prayer wheel, 30,000 yin souls can be transformed, and they will be reborn...... It's a pity that the Buddha descends the prayer wheel beyond human power...... "The Mai monk stretched out his hand, and an invisible force prevented Lao Xia's forehead from touching the ground, and helped Lao Xia up.

Lao Xia seemed to be a little incredulous, but all the masters who came out of the Landa Mountain were all profound in Buddhism, enough to be called the pillars of Buddhism, how could they not be able to turn this Buddha descending wheel?

His head buzzed suddenly, and he thought of his son who died tragically in front of him, and he also remembered the voice that told him that the Buddha descended the prayer wheel......

"Master...... Please have mercy on the master, Lao Xia has used up the opportunity for him to possess his soul in order to be able to invite the master out of the mountain, and please ask the master to help. The other five old men spoke one after another, and even knelt on the ground like Lao Xia.

Possession of the soul, just like Lao Xia sealed his son's soul in the bones, he can keep the soul unchanged for fifteen years, which is a privilege that only soldiers with outstanding military achievements can enjoy, which is equivalent to fifteen more years of preparation, at least he will not suffer too much, and maybe there is a chance to rush to the Outer Western Regions and become a member of the ghosts, which is also an alternative life.

After Lao Xia sealed his son's soul in the bones, he wanted to ask Master Landa Mountain to help him exceedle his son's soul, so he gave up the opportunity to possess his soul in exchange for a message from the upper echelons of the army.

Now that the master of Mount Landa is here, hope is about to come, but he is told that even the master of Mount Landa cannot turn the prayer wheel and overtake the yin soul, which makes Lao Xia directly stunned, as if his soul was instantly withdrawn.

"Unless the poor monk is unwilling, he really can't. Even the master of the poor monk can't turn this Buddha descending wheel, unless the heavenly Buddha comes to the world, it will be possible......" Mai Monk shook his head lightly with a sigh, "All the poor monk can do is to make the soul suffer less." ”

Lao Xia collapsed weakly to the ground, his eyes became cloudy, as if he had accepted his fate, and a large old tear smashed straight on the stone carving on the ground.

At the moment when the turbid tears hit the stone carving road, the ground suddenly trembled slightly, and this tremor formed a violent earthquake almost in a few breaths.

In the midst of the earthquake, the stone carvings became clearer and clearer, and there were silver-white brilliance circulating in them, even pushing the Mai monk away.

The silver-white brilliance became more and more abundant, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, the mystical lines on the ground actually rumbled around. The lines originally carved on the ground arched the ground like mountain peaks, and a huge Buddha prayer wheel slowly but vividly squeezed into everyone's sight......