In the huge ancient temple courtyard, it seems that only the footsteps of two people are echoing.

The further he went, the more Jingchen felt that the solemn and solemn pressure that rushed towards him became heavier and heavier, and even his breathing began to be a little uncomfortable, he urged the Buddha power of his own cultivation, and looked up at the somewhat thin figure in front of him with some difficulty, and his heart had already set off a stormy wave, all the way down, the young man didn't seem to be affected by the boundless Buddha aura at all, walking in the court, that kind of indifference, it was really unbelievable, even the master He couldn't do it so easily here, right?

In the ancient temple, there are no grand stupas on the small Sumeru Mountain, among the tall fences on all sides, except for the ancient trees and flowers, there is only a small ancient Buddhist temple like an ancestral hall, standing there silently.

Walking to the front of the Buddhist hall, the two stopped.

Although he has been accustomed to the grass and trees here for several years, Jingchen still can't help but look behind, the surrounding scene has not changed, but after crossing the threshold of the gate of the ancient temple, such a place is like two distinct worlds inside and outside the world, it is a kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling, which cannot be described without experiencing it personally.

The young man quietly looked at the old Zen temple in front of him as if it was about to decay and collapse, the sandalwood door that had long been painted and antique was wide open, and under the gentle breeze blowing, occasionally made a few squeaky sounds, the inside was quiet and quiet, a stone statue of a Buddha who collapsed half of his body and could not identify which Buddha it was, sitting quietly on the lotus throne with a few petals left, the Buddha's face full of wind and dust, seemed to have covered the compassion of the past, only a pair of cold stone eyes remained, ignoring all the joys and sorrows of this world.

On the incense table in front of the Buddha statue, there is a spirit card enshrined, a few points of incense flickering faintly, a few wisps of light smoke floating silently in the faint halo, everything looks so quiet, and even there is an inexplicable desolate vicissitudes.

In fact, there is no name here, but it is the first Buddhist temple on Luofu Mountain. In silence, the young man suddenly said something, then smiled, and said, "Jingnian Zen Temple, this name is good, but I prefer to call this place Prajna Zen Temple." ”

Jingchen was stunned for a moment, stopped talking, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Senior...... Is it my predecessor of Fanyin Temple?" Along the way, although this person didn't say anything, Jingchen decided in his heart that this unfathomable person of Buddhism must have something to do with Fanyin Temple, but for generations, he has never heard that there is a master and uncle in the temple whose ancestors will treat this important place as a residence, but looking at this person's appearance and tone, it seems that there is something really going on.

The young man smiled, but didn't say anything, only sighed lightly, and slowly walked into the Zen temple.

Jingchen looked at his back, took a deep breath, silently recited the Buddha's name, and followed.

But seeing the self-proclaimed lotus heart of the senior, he walked straight to the incense case, silently looked at the Buddha statue for a while, and then looked at the ancestral Yingling tablet on the incense case, even he couldn't tell which ancestor Yingling tablet was, bowed down respectfully, offered incense, and cast the slightest slackness, the incense curled up, the light smoke drifted away, and the spiritual plaque that had long since faded all the lacquer words due to age, seemed to look more ethereal in this newly rising smoke, and in the dim shadows, silently looked at the figure below.

"Elder, Lianxin has come to see you. ”

The young man slowly leaned down, bowed to the silent tablet behind the incense case, bowed his head, hugged the dust, and his head touched the ground three times, and there was a low muffled sound.

This scene, in Jingchen's eyes, couldn't help but make the most outstanding descendants of this Fanyin Temple have an indescribable touch, he couldn't help but think, in the end, the ancestors of the spiritual seat will be the ancestors of that generation? It's not that he hasn't asked the master this question, but the master of burning bitterness can't say it, he only knows that the ancestors have training, and no one is allowed to tamper with the things in the Zen monastery, so this spiritual position has not been moved to the relics Buddha hall dedicated to the ancestors' ancestors, but because of this, after tens of thousands of generations, this spiritual position has gradually been drowned in the torrent of years and quietly forgotten by everyone.

The young man knelt down for a while, then stood up, smiled faintly, and said: "I haven't given incense to my teacher for a long time, I see that this place is neat and clean, and the incense etched copper furnace and other things are complete. ”

Jingchen's body was shocked, and his face showed an incredible color, the ancestor enshrined on this spiritual throne was actually this person's mentor? How could this be possible, even if this person was really an unborn senior master in the temple, even if he practiced the Tao highly, it was impossible for him to live for so many years!

After a long time, Jingchen came back to his senses, shook his head, still with a look of surprise in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Always dust diligently, don't make dust, this is originally a matter of pure dust, and at the moment of the catastrophe, pure dust doesn't know if there will be a chance to come in the future." ”

The young man's eyes flickered, and he glanced at him, only then did he notice that the young man's face was slightly tired, and there was a little blood on his clothes, which was obviously the traces of the fierce battle just now.

"Looks like you've been practicing here for a while, can you feel the special thing about this place?" the boy smiled slightly.

Jingchen was slightly confused, I don't know what this lotus heart senior said, he pondered for a moment, he looked up and looked around, but saw that there was nothing else in the temple except for the Buddha statue incense case, he smiled bitterly, except for feeling the ubiquitous heavy Buddha breath, he has been practicing here for several years, and he doesn't know what else is special here.

was about to say something, but he saw that this lotus heart senior was looking at him with a pair of clear and compelling eyes, with a look of expectation and encouragement in his eyes, and said seriously: "The Buddha is by your side, not whether you look at it or not, but whether you have a heart or not." ”

Jingchen was stunned for a moment, his heart moved, and he couldn't speak for a while, and fell into deep thought.

The young man looked at him deeply, smiled faintly, said no more, turned his hand, moved his gaze to the Buddha statue, and after a while, he fell on the lonely spirit card, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and he never looked away.

Time is like frozen ice, melting away little by little, passing away without a trace, this small ancient meditation hall, this piece of incense and light smoke, as well as the silent stone statues and spiritual positions in the shadows, as always, silent in the quiet years, waiting for this unknown loneliness.

The corners of Jingchen's mouth moved slightly, and he whispered that sentence repeatedly, stunned, and I don't know how long it took, he suddenly took a deep breath, a trace of stoicism appeared on his face, and slowly closed his eyes, and the Buddha power that had been urging him from the beginning of approaching the Zen temple on his body was slowly withdrawn.

The faint light of the Buddha slowly dimmed, and at the moment of complete disappearance, the pure dust body was shocked, only to feel that the powerful and solemn force, when the head was pressed, only for a moment, the heavy pressure like a mountain, almost wanted to press his whole person to the ground.

In front of this force, Jingchen seems to feel that there is a giant Buddha standing in front of him who is overlooking him, he is so small that he is like a drop in the ocean, such a coercion and shock, so that he is in awe and excited, such a boundless and vast supreme Dharma, even if he has seen it once, it is also at this time without regrets, he even clearly felt that his Buddha heart was a little shaken at this moment, as if the solid Dan heart cracked a hole, but after all, he has practiced for many years, and immediately gathered on the spiritual platform and calmed down.

Jingchen forcibly endured the boiling blood in his body and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Then, he froze.

A brilliant sea of golden light in front of him, that is clearly the scene of the Buddha's condensation to the extreme, in the dark, and as if there is a Sanskrit chant from the sky, only to see countless golden light dazzling Buddha mantras, into a line of majestic scriptures, floating in the sea of Buddha light, ups and downs, he opened his eyes hard, trying to see the true meaning of those scriptures, but he only glanced at it, he felt a little dizzy, those Buddhist mantras, not only jerky and difficult to understand, and some scriptures even he has never heard of, never seen.

At the moment when his eyes were full of tears and he was about to lose his sight, in an instant, golden rays poured in the sky, and he could no longer see other colors.

In a trance, Jingchen only felt that he was like a light boat in the stormy waves, floating in this brilliant sea of light, the next moment, a huge wave rose without warning, drowning everything, at the moment when his soul was almost destroyed, he was shocked, as if he saw a world that he had never seen before, such as the country of Buddha, the sky was full of countless gods and Buddhas, with different postures, turned into their own solemn treasures, and looked down majestically at him, an outsider who suddenly broke in.

"Do you understand?" Suddenly, a voice sounded from his side, Jingchen was suddenly startled, all visions suddenly dissipated, and he woke up from that strange thought, but saw that it was Lianxin's predecessor who came to his side when he didn't know what, and looked at him with a smile.

"I ......" Jingchen opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say a word, in his mind, I don't know when, there were countless scriptures and Buddhist words that he had never seen before, he was stunned to recall the thrilling scene just now, those strange golden mantras were deeply engraved into his divine consciousness, and they could no longer be erased.

He was stunned for a moment, and for some reason a thought flashed through his mind, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted in his mind: This is the ancient Buddha mantra of Prajna Buddha, the ancient Buddha mantra that has long been lost! The treasure of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens is the real mantra of the great mudra!

Jingchen stood on the spot in a daze, his eyes were suddenly hazy, and there was a hot flush on his face, he put his hand on his face in a daze, and suddenly found that he didn't know when, but he burst into tears.

He stood silently for a moment, Huo Ran knelt down to the young man in front of him who had been smiling, and saluted: "Thank you seniors for your advice, the disciple has understood." ”

The young man looked at him, his clear eyes were full of relief, he reached out and gently stroked the top of Jingchen's smooth head, and said three words in a row.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Do you know, my greatest wish is to see my Prajna Zen successor, you are one, the young man in Shushan is also one, I can't think of it, I really can't think of it, the sky does not live up to me, the sky does not live up to me. ”

At last, the boy burst out laughing, and the desolation of laughter with indescribable joy spread far away, gradually fading, and finally silent.

Jingchen was shocked, and when he looked up, the figure of the senior had already disappeared.