Yunya Mountain·Dayan Temple
Yunya Mountain has high mountains and clear waters and the scenery is strange, but it is close to the deep mountains and valleys. Of course, there are many tigers, leopards, jackals, and there are some risks in living here.
At this time, the world was vast, and the autumn rain continued to fall, and the fields were invisible. There was nothing white. There was only a small hill, and half of the hillside was filled with pine and cypress trees. There was another view of it, and the view was full of moss, exuding an ancient atmosphere.
The rain slashed down. In front of a statue of a god, a middle-aged man took out three incense sticks, bowed a few times, and inserted the incense into the incense burner. He heard the man say respectfully: "The god is above, and the current temple master Wang Cunye was injured and unconscious. Please protect him. Don't just continue the incense before he can continue the incense..."
The three incense sticks emitted bursts of blue smoke. The middle-aged man prayed for a moment, sighed, and said, "...ah, it's actually just delaying for a while, the Marquis's order!"
The name of Dayan Temple is good, but it was built by Xie Cheng, a Taoist priest of Huoju. Xie Cheng is said to have been enlightened by the real person and entered the immortal sect. He did not want to be blessed and did not become an immortal. He came back to build this temple, and married and had a son.
This son married a wife, was very virtuous and gave birth to a daughter. This son inherited some simple spells and became the Taoist priest of Huoju in Qingtian Village below, but perhaps he had consumed all his blessings.
Once he went inside to collect herbs and encountered a tiger in the mountains, but was bitten to death. Xie Cheng arrived and killed the tiger. However, his son and daughter-in-law were both dead. His granddaughter was frightened by the cold, which made Xie Cheng cry. He realized that he was getting older. Later, he accepted a disciple and died this year, which made the disciple inherit the master, but it happened to happen.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, got up and bowed again, sighed and went out, but when he went out, he met a person at the door. Lu Ren suddenly braked, stabilized his legs, and shook his body, and couldn't help but sigh. His body could not withstand such tossing.
Opposite was a girl with a beautiful face, a simple draped bun, a plain dress, and had just embroidered a few plum blossoms. Before she could speak, she panted slightly and coughed a few times.
She glanced at the stove on the steps and said, "Cough... Uncle Lu, my senior brother is so sick, so let's use mountain vine spirit to make soup for him to take care of his body!"
Seeing her coughing repeatedly, there was no blood on her snow-white face, Lu Ren couldn't help but twitched.
The girl in front of me is Xie Cheng's granddaughter Xie Xiang, who has been weak since childhood.
Lu Ren was originally the butler and chef of this Dayan Temple. Dayan Temple was once prosperous, but when Xie Cheng got old, it gradually declined, and in the last few years it became even colder.
Shanteng Jing is one of the few assets of Dayanguan. The lady is weak and needs to use these to make up for her physical condition. He usually refuses to use it. At this time, he saw her coughing repeatedly, and a little bloody color on her face. He felt really distressed. After thinking for a while, he sighed: "Well, I have watched you two grow up since I was a child. I used Shanteng Jing to make soup to replenish the body of this kid. But this thing will be used less, and you will still use it in the future!"
Lu Ren was only middle-aged, and his temples were gray at this time, which was obviously a force of life.
Xie Xiang saw Lu Bo like this, his eyes turned red and he quickly turned around, preventing Lu Ren from seeing it. He said to Lu Ren: "I'll go back and see if my senior brother is awake."
In the side hall of Dayan Temple, on a somewhat ragged bed, a fifteen-year-old boy was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and his handsome face could be vaguely seen. In late autumn, the boy was wearing a robe and covered with a quilt with many patches.
Xie Xiang squatted down gently beside the bed, with tears on his face gently rubbing the boy's face, and murmured in a low voice: "Senior brother, you must hold on. What should I do without you?"
As she said that, tears rolled down from her snow-white and pale face. After sobbing for a while, she turned around and wiped away the tears and left. After a while, a sound of praying for blessings that were coughing from time to time continued to float out in the main hall.
But after only a few minutes of closing, a little black light appeared in the hall and shot into the young man's eyebrows in a flash.
The boy's whole body was shocked, his expression was painful, and he opened his mouth to shout, but there was no sound at all.
After a while, a turtle shell appeared above the human body, and black air appeared, hanging down thin lines, as if water dripping under the eaves, endlessly, and countless subtle black words inside, bombarding down.
Strangely, the black lines hang down, and with a faint scream, they turned into a ball of light spots, approaching the boy's body and remained motionless.
...Don't be indulged in luxury, thousands of worlds
The endless darkness in front of me never dissipated until a dazzling light shone into Wang Cunye's eyes, and all kinds of reflections passed through his life.
The earthquake at the time of death, the unrestrained love in the university, the hometown when he was a teenager, and the childhood sweethearts when he was young, finally frozen on his mother's face with tears in his eyes. He wanted to speak, but his mouth no longer moved...
I thought death was the end, but I didn’t want it but it was endless darkness.
Cold, dark, painful, and the soul is broken into pieces due to hunger and thirst, turning into fragments and floating in the underworld. This is the fate of the souls of thousands of mortals.
At some point, a fragment got some opportunities and woke up. He gathered three pieces of fragments by sensing between his soul and briefly recovered his mind. He didn't want to remember the days afterwards.
I don’t know how many years have passed, and he has been groping and sensing in the endless darkness. In order to find his soul, he has been constantly gathering his soul in the darkness with the sensing of the fragments of his soul.
Wake up, he was confused and walking in the underworld. With the continuous completeness of his soul, he finally stopped being addicted. In order to do this, he struggled hard at the bottom of the underworld for hundreds of years.
A complete soul is just the first step, with a lot of underworld, and I don’t know how far the way home is.
The ghost spirits of all calamities are hard to become a saint. Although they long to see the truth of themselves and the universe, the road is long and long, covered with thorns, and it seems that they will never end.
But one day, the underworld and hell were full of people, and they could not resist the endless moonlight falling. The underworld was constantly purified, and the rules and connotations of billions of years were destroyed.
This power is extremely huge and cannot resist at all. Thousands of hells and tens of thousands of Yinchengs, in just a moment, most of the underworld was purified and the reincarnation plate was shattered.
Taking this opportunity to jump into the shattered reincarnation plate. After jumping in, he seemed to have seen the last scene of the world leaving.
The sky is shining, covering the world without limit, and through the past and present, the arrival of the spiritual light has destroyed everything...
Then there was a long journey. The gray and dark sky seemed to be endless, but after this memory, there was no time to recall more. The slight spots outside the body were like fireflies, gradually merged into the body.
Each small light spot will gain some memories.
This is a young man named Wang Cunye. He was born in an ordinary peasant family and lived in poverty. He helped his parents work very early and handed it over to Xie Cheng at the age of seven.
In my memory, I clearly felt the helpless sigh of the old Taoist: "...the qualifications are barely qualified and the fate is not high, but I can't find any better."
Then there is learning, literacy, and practicing... Every memory is vivid and vivid, with a clear mark, but every time you take one, your head hurts, and it feels like it is about to crack...
In the haze, countless memories are constantly reorganizing, forming a new soul. After a moment, the light ball is absorbed, the turtle shell sinks into the middle of the eyebrows, and the consciousness falls into the darkness again.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but when I wake up again, the boy finally wakes up.
"A little cold!" When he woke up again, he felt this, which made his teeth sound like a splitting headache, and his mind was a little confused, and he didn't know where he was for a while.
He gasped, got up subconsciously, pushed open the door, but was stunned immediately.
After the rain, the sun shines brightly in the courtyard, falling down the corridor, spots, deep breathing, feeling the fresh air entering the lungs.
He looked blankly, then looked over to the foot of the mountain.
I saw a village with only about two or three hundred households. The sun shone on the staggered ridges, making the entire village look very peaceful and peaceful.
Suddenly, tears flowed.
Decades of life in the world and hundreds of years of struggle in the underworld, I thought I had forgotten the feeling of the world, but when I returned to my world, I felt that the breeze, sunshine, and heartbeat were deeply engraved in my soul and never forgot it for a moment.
At this moment, waves of girl chanting scriptures came from the main hall and arrived here. The sound came, and the whole body shook, and the memories rushed into the soul, and the headache suddenly broke out.
Is this the final counterattack of the master of Yuan himself?
The boy smiled, but because of the pain, he turned from sneer to convulsions. He took a few steps back, leaned against the door, closed his eyes, and resisted silently.
After struggling in the underworld for hundreds of years, what I am most afraid of is such a soul counterattack. Once his soul was shattered, he could condense again. What is this counterattack?
Two kinds of memory tides poured into his thoughts, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he was reborn again and the most important reorganization.
This body is called Wang Cunye. He was originally a disciple of Xie Cheng, the head of the Dayan Temple. Now he is with a junior sister, who is called Xie Xiang.
Wang Cunye was originally an outer disciple of Cheng Pingdao. A few days ago, this body was consciously successful in his practice. He wanted to collect herbs in the mountains, but he didn't want to be pulled away by a monster. The monster thought that his flesh and spiritual energy was insufficient, so he didn't eat him. He flew away and went to the deep mountains. After being found by his junior sister, he looked like this.
This wave came quickly and went quickly. In just a moment, the pain like the tide disappeared, and I felt a lot of comfort.
It was autumn and the temperature was a little cold. This body was wearing a simple Taoist robe.
The Taoist temple is quiet, with big sleeves floating in the body, wearing wooden clogs, trying to walk a few steps in the light spots. The sound of clogs is crisp, and after hundreds of years of precipitation, the negative emotions are basically overcome. At this time, he only felt the joy of rebirth.
This is a fifteen-year-old human body!
There was a small pool a little further away. When I stepped forward, I saw that the young man was about 1.7 meters tall and handsome, and there was a faint red mark between his eyebrows.
I looked at the person in the water, listened to my heartbeat, and woke up after a while.
The past was a big dream. After the excitement just now, I couldn't help but calm down and observe carefully. A slightly broken house that caught my eye. In this style, it should be in the side hall of Dayan Temple.
Suddenly, he stared at himself in a daze, turned his head to look at Gu Yihuanran's house, and finally woke up.
This is no longer the original earth.
After a moment of stunnedness, the boy smiled and said, "You are Wang Cunye."
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came, and my junior sister Xie Xiang came in with a bowl of soup. Seeing her senior brother standing at the door, her face was pale, but she was obviously clear in her mind. She woke up and couldn't help but tremble: "Senior brother, you... are awake!"
Wang Cunye turned his head to look at the girl, his eyes were a little dazed for a moment, but he couldn't help but say, "It's okay, am I awake!"
Chapter completed!