Huixian likes Zhuquan Mountain.

The wind in the bamboo forest brings coolness, tranquility and peace of mind. I am used to hearing the rustling of bamboo leaves and drinking the sweet spring in the mountains. This is my home.

The stone road under my feet seems to have been laid two thousand years ago, maybe three thousand years ago, I can't remember clearly. The old and young people of Zhuquan Mountain carried stone stones one stone at a time, and each one was very familiar to them. These are all memories.

Seeing several newly dug soil holes on the roadside, Lao Huixian felt that the bamboo rats in the mountains were a little obese.

As you climb the mountain step by step, you seem to have forgotten the golden auspicious clouds in the sky behind you. After turning a few turns and climbing up the rock steps, you will be on top of the swaying sea of ​​emerald green bamboos.

Listen to the sound of the wind.

It's still the familiar Bamboo Spring Mountain. The swaying bamboo sea occasionally reveals the eaves of ruined temples and old and new tiles.

Zhuquan Temple was built brick by brick by Lao Huixian himself.

Dig soil to make roads and dig wells to collect water.

It's shabby and abject, and can't compare to the magnificent and magnificent temples, but it's quiet, peaceful, and gives you more time to think.

Unfortunately, there are always many things disturbing the tranquility.

The evil ghosts of hell, and these golden... fellow disciples in front of me?

Suddenly, a certain sound came from the golden clouds.

Moo~!

The Zhuquan Temple gang that was intercepted in the sky was hit hard. Except for the long-faced king, who looked serious, they all looked ugly and retreated involuntarily. Then, even if they were weak, they started to get angry. The snake demon boy pointed the tip of his knife at the opponent fiercely.

"Hi~! Kill them! Kill them all!"

Fortunately Iron Ball stepped forward and hugged it, otherwise it would have rushed forward and risked its life because the opponent was provoking territory.

The angry little stone smashed the stone over without saying a word.

The stone with a little dirt on the surface was spinning around to draw a parabola, and then smashed into the golden clouds. Maybe the opponent was also stunned by this primitive attack method. There may be no precedent for throwing stones in the entire fairy world.

He was stunned and didn't make any reaction.

The long-faced king's eyelids twitched, feeling that this small ruined temple was full of people who were different from ordinary people.

Old Huixian's expression remained unchanged and he waved.

"Everyone come back."

The Zhuquan Temple gang remained vigilant and slowly retreated back to the top of the mountain.

The old monk Huixian stands in the middle. In front of him is a snake demon boy holding a knife. On the right is a small stone bending down to find a stone. On the left is an iron ball holding an ant's leg. Qing Ling is holding a blue sword behind him. On his shoulder

There was a wine bug lying on it, and the tallest and most muscular king with a long face was on the other side with his arms folded.

A magical and unique combination, there is an insect, a demon and a god with a particularly long face.

The wind blew old Hui Xian's eyebrows and beard wildly. He clasped his hands together and looked at Yun Duo with a helpless and slightly disappointed look.

The golden luster emitted by the clouds spread toward Zhuquan Temple, but stopped in front of the mountain, making it difficult to advance.

The people in the small town at the foot of the mountain are extremely pious. They look at the sky and are ecstatic, kowtow, tell all kinds of good wishes, and pray for peace and prosperity.

But Zhuquan Mountain is still green.

The bamboo forest remains as it always is, without any trace of gold.

There seems to be a barrier in Zhuquan Mountain, preventing the golden light from penetrating.

The people in the town are still kneeling down to pray.

Suddenly, the golden cloud changed.

Several figures appeared in the thick golden auspicious clouds. They were very large and very oppressive. They had golden skin, golden robes, holy lotus pedestals, and solemn treasures. The people kneeling on the ground to pray were stunned for a moment and then suddenly became ecstatic, with their faces flushed and excited.

chanting various pious languages.

In the clouds, the tallest golden Buddha's eyes were half-opened and half-closed. He saw the ruined temple in the bamboo forest and the strange combination on the top of the mountain.

Old Huixian took a few steps forward.

The tall golden Buddha and the old monk look at each other.

It seems that the two sides are completely opposite.

The golden Buddha is surrounded by the solemn Buddha light, is dressed in gold robes, has flawless skin, and seems to be smiling but not smiling. The sky is filled with different Buddhas guarding it, looking down on all living beings from high above.

The old Huixian on the top of Zhuquan Mountain looked shabby and downcast.

Halfway up the mountain is the Zhuquan Temple with grassy roofs and old bricks and broken tiles. Part of the wall has collapsed and is covered with moss. The gate must be topped with pillars. There are several old houses with straw hats and raincoats hung on the walls. A few pieces of washed and dried clothes are used for other purposes.

Dried vegetables strung up on ropes, various hatchets, hoes, axes, and carpenter tools.

A few two-foot-tall bamboo shoots sprouted in the corner of the yard.

Old Huixian was even more shabby.

An old monk's robe that was washed white and covered with patches, and open-toed cloth shoes.

My skinny head was shaved half a month ago.

The old man with wrinkles may have eaten vegetarian food so often that his face has a vegetable color. His hands are stained with dirt from working in the vegetable field, and his back is slightly hunched. He looks like an ordinary old man.

After careful consideration, Lao Huixian didn't ask any nonsense like where are you from.

If the other person's answer comes from nowhere, it means nothing.

"Good, you guys..."

Before he finished speaking, the pebbles nearby threw stones again.

The stone, about the size of a bowl, whirled and flew into the sky. Of course, it would not cause any harm to the gods and Buddhas, but it clearly showed that the small stone wanted to fight. Whether it can be beaten or not is not mentioned.

It’s really over when you no longer have any hard thoughts.

Maybe there was a moment when I wondered why I was throwing stones and fighting, and then I forgot about it.

Old Huixian pretended not to see it.

"May I ask where you are going?"

Just ask where you are going, not why you are here, and avoid nonsense.

Opposite, the extremely tall gods and Buddhas also clasped their hands together, still smiling but not smiling.

The sound that comes out of the mouth is like thunder and spring breeze, it seems to be heard and it seems to appear in the soul.

"Sufferings in the world are caused by evil spirits. I teach compassion and should save the suffering. I am here to save the evil dragon and practice my teachings to correct the evil."

"Um?"

In an instant, the way the Zhuquan Temple gang looked at them changed, and their murderous intent increased sharply. This matter is not over yet!

There is only one dragon in the world, and almost all close relatives and friends from the same hometown have slandered him as an evil dragon! Many forces in the world know that Zhuquan Temple has a close relationship with the White Dragon, so they obviously did not take Zhuquan Temple seriously when they said this to their face!

Iron Ball was holding two scimitars and wanted to rush forward immediately. Qing Ling was so angry that he showed some characteristics of a snake demon. This scene made the gods and Buddhas in the sky even more contemptuous.

Old monk Huixian seemed to have known about it for a long time and was not surprised. The disappointment in his eyes was even stronger.

Instead of arguing that the theory is meaningless, Lao Huixian cannot use words to dissuade these gods and Buddhas. Mortals may care about ideas. At this point, only benefits are eternal.

The confrontation continues.

The people who were kowtowing and praying on the ground did not know the true meaning.

I stayed here because I thought the gods and Buddhas were merciful to me.

In fact, the gods and Buddhas above the clouds also thought about going around or flying directly over, but they always felt that the ruined temple and the shabby old monk in the middle of the mountain were weird. They seemed ordinary to the extreme, but there was an indescribable pressure on them.

The two sides are confronting each other. One side is tall and has a huge body shrouded in golden light, while the other side has people and demons guarding the green hills.

Old Huixian turned to look at the battlefield between gods and demons.

The dragon-shaped aura is still high in fighting spirit, and the bloody killings on the battlefield dye the sky with a layer of blood.

Then look at the tall golden Buddha high above.

"It's time to get back to the shore. Just retreat."

Suddenly, the other party burst into laughter.

In the eyes of gods and Buddhas all over the sky, Lao Huixian was just an ordinary old monk.

Huixian was not angry at the ridicule, but could not hide his disappointment and recalled the past to himself.

"Back then, I became a monk and escaped into Buddhism. I devoted myself to practicing Buddhism. I realized emptiness, understood what letting go was, and even understood good and evil in an instant."

After a pause, he continued.
Chapter completed!