0912: The past of the Han Dynasty Temple is like smoke! It is twenty-five degrees of darkness

PreviousBack to directoryNext
Looking at the boat in the center of the lake from a distance, one can see figures in the darkness.

Jiang Dali took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and gathered energy in his Dantian. The surrounding scene immediately became clear. Even the changes in the airflow caused by the night wind blowing across the water, nothing could hide from his senses that had been greatly enhanced at this time.

He focused his power on his eyes.

A stream of warm Qi was injected into the eyeballs of both eyes through the Qingming, Chengqi, and Sibai points of the eyes, immediately making the image focused through the telescope clearer, and even seemed to be zoomed in.

in front of your eyes.

In an instant, the scene on the ship quickly became extremely clear before his eyes.

But in the darkness, two bald donkeys wearing cassocks and three other Cihang Jingzhai nuns were clearly visible, as if they were standing right in front of Jiang Dali's eyes.

Two of the nuns covered their faces with gauze, and only one nun was not masked, but Jiang Dali did not recognize that beautiful face. However, the bright eyes revealed by one of the masked people, Jiang Dali was

At a glance, he could tell that it was Master Fei Xuan.

While he was observing the two monks and three nuns on the boat, he couldn't help but suddenly felt that he was being stared at by a pair of invisible "eyes".

Almost at the same time, an old and compassionate voice suddenly fell into the heart, "There is no one like Buddha in the world, and the world in the ten directions is incomparable. I can see everything in the world, and there is no one like Buddha. Donor Jiang is still stubborn at this time,

Are you unwilling to find your way back?"

This voice seems to come from nine heavens away. If you don't pay attention, it will be blurry. But if you use the spirit, the words will seem to be engraved on the heart, leaving nothing behind. It is clearly an extremely special kind of persuasion to persuade people to convert.

The miracles of Buddhism.

In Jiang Dali's mind, an image of a eminent monk with a majestic appearance, a shining Buddha's light, a kind appearance, and a compassionate appearance of rescuing those who were suffering was immediately born.

It is as if the Buddha in the West is reborn and suddenly appears in the heart. The Buddha's light shines everywhere and shocks the heart.

He suddenly snorted coldly, and the majestic and noble dragon aura on his face flashed away, immediately dispelling the Buddha nature that invaded his soul, and his eyes were fixed on a picture scroll on the table on the boat.

I saw that the monk painted in the scroll was exactly the same as the image that appeared in my mind. He was the heavenly monk.

Jiang Dali smiled faintly, put away the telescope, made an outer lion seal with his hand, and said loudly with the power of a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar, "Thanks to the heavenly monk for the tip, but the leader of this village has never lost his way from the beginning to the end, so how can we know?"

Reason for return?

But you are waiting for a group of monks and nuns. In the troubled times, you were not seen waiting to save the people. Now the country is peaceful and the people are safe, but you want to assassinate me, a hero of the Song Dynasty? Isn't it just stubbornness and a heinous crime!!!"

"Buzz buzz-"

With this loud shout, he not only gathered his powerful energy and sound wave skills, but also integrated the powerful power of Yin and Yang. The waves in the center of the lake surged and rolled in the sound waves, making waves.

The sound is like morning bells and evening drums, which is thought-provoking and seems to undermine the Buddhist meditation of Tianseng and others.

People on the boat, such as Bu'ai and others, felt that the shouts coming from the shore were like a wake-up call. Except for Master Fei Xuan, everyone had a look of confusion and shock on their faces.

"Duh!"

A Zen sound suddenly came out from the picture scroll on the table in the boat with the fluctuation of the soul's power, instantly resolving Jiang Dali's slap in the face like a gentle breath bringing spring back.

Buhai and others suddenly woke up with a shock, and they all chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Na Bu'ai was shocked and said: "It's a sin, it's a sin! If you act recklessly and have angry thoughts, you will definitely get bad results! The leader of Black Wind Village has such a deep spiritual cultivation."

Everyone else also looked solemn and shocked. Among them, Master Feixuan's eyes were the most surprised. They never expected that just after such a short time, the strength of the demon leader of Black Wind Village had improved to this point. It was simply shocking.

Terrifying.

"Amitabha!"

The old voice of the Heavenly Monk also carried a bit of solemnity at this time, echoing in the hearts of everyone, "No love for life, no fear of death, no Buddha to seek, no demon to fear, this is called freedom, and it can be obtained by one's own mind."

Everyone felt as if they had been injected with power, and all the doubts and fears in their hearts disappeared, and they were filled with fearlessness.

Shi Fei Xuan's fairy voice sounded like the sound of heaven at this moment, saying, "The master of Black Wind Village has advanced to this point in strength. We must lure him into the West Lake to fight today, otherwise he will be like your Buddhist weapon, Master Tian Monk."

Even with the Dharmakaya here, it is difficult to conquer this demon. Do you have any good strategies?"

As soon as these words came out, the words were somewhat offensive to the heavenly monk, and the style of the words was not at all like Shi Feixuan's tone.

However, no one thought much about it at this time. They just thought that this woman was suffering from a blood feud and had just taken advantage of the opportunity for the leader of Black Wind Village to break in. It was difficult to control herself and she lost her temper.

Only the spirit of the Heavenly Monk in the portrait of the Heavenly Monk felt something was wrong, and he could faintly detect an inexplicable and familiar aura from Shi Feixuan.

At the same time, Master Fei Xuan's bright eyes happened to fall on the portrait of the Heavenly Monk. The pair of talking eyes suddenly shot out a ray of spiritual light, and the elegant face full of beautiful lines glowed with a strange and touching radiance.

The inexplicable emotions and deep meanings, just like a familiar look from back then, immediately caused the Heavenly Monk's soul to fluctuate violently.

"Dini..."

In a daze, thoughts of the past flooded into my mind like a tide.

Without anyone noticing, a ray of spiritual light shot out from Master Fei Xuan's eyes and came into contact with the spiritual soul of the heavenly monk in the portrait of the heavenly monk.

A picture began to appear in the soul of the heavenly monk.

That was life in the Zen monasteries of the Han Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

It was dinner time, and the melodious bells rang in the temple.

Smoke rises from every house in the small town at the foot of the mountain, which is peaceful and comfortable. A stream with crystal clear water flows down from the mountain, passes through the center of the town, and flows eastward, never to return.

Hundreds of quaint folk houses are scattered in an orderly manner among the lush green forests beside the stream.

Qingshan ancient temple, quiet town, when the melodious bells ring, you will have an intoxicating feeling like a paradise.

At that time, her white linen monk's robe was fluttering in the mountain peaks, her hair was fluttering freely, and her pair of jade legs were slender and toned, making her stand taller and taller than the pine trees on the edge of the mountain cliff, like a chicken standing tall among the monastery.

Many people all competed.

Tianseng was not called Tianseng at that time, he was just a young monk.

But in front of this female nun whom he regards as his junior sister, he is not to say reserved, but at least respectful. He always stands silently behind her during dinner time and looks at the town at the foot of the mountain, and sometimes looks at her figure.

.

At that time, her spacious nun's robe was blown close to her body by the wind, and the plump and beautiful lines appeared on her chest, which made her whole body look like a graceful lotus, which made people lose their soul.

What is even more dazzling is his pretty face. In those young years, he looked both delicate and beautiful, but also a little more peaceful and out of the world. His frail and slender body revealed an extremely strong temperament.

There is a faint hint of healthy natural blush on the pink face, which looks more elegant than any heavy makeup.

The young monk felt that there were very few nuns in the world who were gentler and more beautiful than his junior sister.

This kind of appreciation comes from the heart, but that kind of emotion cannot be said to be ignorant love, but a kind of indescribable admiration, appreciation and respect.

When the picture came to this point, the nun in the painting suddenly turned her head and said in a voice without any impurity, "After so many years, the Zen monastery has disappeared in the history of the Han Dynasty. I am afraid that no one in the world will remember it anymore.

Really things have changed, but senior brother still remembers it so clearly."

The young monk was shocked, and soon his youthful face turned as old as the old monk in the painting. He even shouted the Buddha's name in a low voice and said calmly, "The passage of time between heaven and earth cannot be stopped by human beings. But as long as people's hearts remain unchanged, heaven and earth will be the same."

It will not change in my heart. Junior sister, has your heart changed?"

Dini turned his head and looked at the distant landscape of the small town with smoke rising from the kitchen stoves, his beautiful eyes showing an intoxicated look.

But after a while, her soft and jade-like face recovered without any fluctuation. She stared at the Heavenly Monk with her clear and beautiful eyes and said casually, "Hundreds of years have passed. The familiar people have passed away, and the familiar things are gone. We

Living in the memory of the past is just a mediocre person who only adds to his misery. What is there to cherish? What is there that cannot be let go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the peaceful and peaceful Zen courtyard scenery around him was all mottled as if it had been washed away by wind and rain over the years. It quickly turned into wind and sand and dispersed, turning into darkness and nothingness in the blink of an eye.

The heavenly monk did not stop him, but just cried silently.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his chest. Knowing that Di Ni's current state was probably the end of the road, his spiritual wisdom had been taken away by obsession, and he had turned from Buddha to demon. At this time, he could only whisper the name of Buddha.

It's the proper etiquette.

"Since junior sister is willing to see senior brother one last time at this time, could it be that the leader of Black Wind Village is where her obsession lies?"

"No."

Di Ni shook his head lightly, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and Tan said softly, "Senior brother, you have been here for so many years, but you still don't understand my feelings. I brought senior brother to this West Lake, could it be that senior brother still thinks that I am

Is it for the leader of Black Wind Village, a stranger whom we have only met once? How could I be so obsessed with him?"

A sudden chill arose in Tian Monk's heart, and he suddenly realized the true purpose of Di Ni. At this moment, he was horrified, and inexplicably filled with anger and deep sorrow in his heart.

"you......"

boom!--!

Even all the darkness was instantly annihilated and became shattered and formless.

At the moment when the monk's emotions fluctuated violently, the flaw in his mind had been infinitely magnified. In the spiritual space where the soul communicated at this time, this was already the most fatal weakness...

...

...

(Please give me a monthly vote! I drank a lot yesterday and stayed up late to write it out. I was so moved. Please give me a monthly vote!)


This chapter has been completed!
PreviousBack to directoryNext