"I would like to transform into a stone bridge..."
In his head, a low voice spread, carrying an old and stale aura.
Like the dull and dim halo in the small wooden house seen from a distance through the water on a wet rainy night.
The corners of Bai Shu's eyes twitched fiercely. He raised his head tremblingly. In the distance, the conversation between Sun Wuxiang and Mei Zhiwen could be heard.
"What stone bridge?" In the distance, Sun Wuxiang was still confused and didn't understand its meaning.
"Listen to what I have to say." Mei Zhiwen glared at him angrily: "This move will never hurt you!"
Mei Zhiwen took a deep breath and spoke softly:
"I would like to transform into a stone bridge and be exposed to the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years."
He cleared his throat and slowly read the last sentence.
"I just want her to pass by the bridge."
I would like to transform into a stone bridge...
In his head, that low voice sounded again.
Blow by the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, the rain for five hundred years...
Bai Zhu heard himself speaking softly, and his vision blurred. He vaguely saw a monk in white standing among the fireworks.
The monk in white clothes clasped his hands together and moved his lips slightly.
I would like to transform into a stone bridge...
He turned his face, but his face was blank.
Bai Zhu tried his best to hold his forehead with his hands, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and the expression on his face suddenly became ferocious and distorted.
Countless souls or physical bodies, those old memories that have been buried for a long time are surging, persistent and fierce, like small bamboo shoots emerging from the ground.
Those memories with spikes broke out of the ground one after another, growing wildly and wildly.
Hello!
Monk!
Monk, you are such a stupid ass!
Monk?
A soft, glutinous rice cake-like sound spread gently, and the tip of the nose smelled a faint aroma, one wisp, one wisp...
"Monk, do you like me?"
Finally, someone in my mind asked timidly.
Bang!!!
Those things exploded with a bang. Baizhu finally couldn't hold it back and let out a cry of pain in his throat.
His body was trembling, and he almost fell from the sky. Big beads of sweat fell from his temples, soaking his inner shirt.
In the Huaqing Palace, the middle-aged monk on the futon raised his eyes. He was watching this scene with no sadness or joy on his face.
In the center of Baizhu's eyebrows, another golden lotus suddenly appeared, similar to the situation when he met Xie Fanjing the previous time.
It is looming in the middle of the eyebrows, accompanied by the faint water light, and the misty and misty light rises from the surface of the golden lotus body, misty and uncertain.
The middle-aged monk raised his hand slightly and made a seal with one hand.
He used a blinding technique to cover up the golden lotus between Bai Zhu's eyebrows.
He looked at the little Taoist priest in white, whose face was as golden as paper, and shook his head mockingly.
"'Nine Numbers of Yuanlian', this magical power, I personally taught you. Wu Ming, are you so afraid that you don't want me to find your reincarnation?"
The middle-aged monk sighed and closed his eyes again.
Outside the Huaqing Palace, Baizhu suppressed the heart-breaking pain and covered his eyebrows. There seemed to be a pair of giant hands about to split his head open.
"Shen Zhenjun?"
Although the abnormality on his face was temporary, it could not be hidden from the crowd.
A handsome girl in a yellow shirt flew forward in a stream of light, followed by a group of nervous water tribe monks behind him.
"Shen Zhenjun?" Mei Zhiwen asked curiously: "Zhenjun, is your body sick?"
"After the battle with Chen Jizi, the injury has not recovered yet." Baizhu was sweating on his forehead, and he forced a smile: "Thank you, Brother Mei. It's a small injury, but it's okay."
In my mind, countless vague memories were pouring into Yuanshen. For a moment, even Niwan Palace felt a bit bulging.
He shook his head gently, and the objects in his memory surged up in confusion, making it blurry for a while, making it difficult to tell whether they were true or false.
"Farewell."
Bai Shu cupped his hands, hurriedly raised his flying light, and flew away from where he was.
"Brother Wuxiang..."
Looking at the figure escaping from the light, Bailuo Nu on the side hesitated:
"Don't we care?"
"There is an honorable man sitting in the Huaqing Palace." Sun Wuxiang shook his head: "Since he didn't say anything, we don't need to cause trouble."
He is a leader among the younger generation of the Water Ape Clan. Not only himself, but also his companions who guard the palace, most of them have their own origins and have good backgrounds.
But even though their family was like this, they were still summoned by the Dragon Lord to patrol the shuttle to guard and protect the adult in the palace.
His identity is probably so prominent that it is beyond imagination.
Since the lord in the palace didn't say anything, why should he rush to the front, lest he would be unhappy.
"I would like to transform into a stone bridge."
Sun Wuxiang turned around and saw Mei Zhiwen staring at Bai Shu's leaving figure, repeating the sound with a strange look on his face.
It seems that Mr. Shen's strange behavior started with these words.
"No way, these words are so shockingly lethal to men? How come I didn't know this before?"
Mei Zhiwen thought silently in his heart for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up, startling Sun Wuxiang who had just approached.
"I would like to transform into a stone bridge..."
He stared at the bewildered Sun Wuxiang, speaking affectionately, speaking softly every word.
Change! Change! Damn it for me!
Sun Wuxiang: "Huh?"
The tall man felt a chill in his heart. He scratched his head and did not dare to look into Mei Zhiwen's burning gaze.
The unique premonition of the Water Ape clan is now frantically warning in the Niwan Palace.
Unexpectedly, Sun Wuxiang was inexplicably frightened.
He looked around and saw Bailuo Girl standing beside him, her little face full of doubts.
Sun Wuxiang took three steps and then two, quickly hiding behind the beautiful woman, only daring to reveal half of his huge head.
"Lao Mei, I regard you as a good brother."
Sun Wuxiang said sincerely: "Don't look at me like this, it feels weird."
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In the escape light, Baizhu firmly pressed his eyebrows.
After returning to the quiet room, he staggered and pushed open the door. Before he could close the door, the overwhelming pain was like a tide, engulfing him wildly.
Everything in front of him blurred for an instant, and once again, he fell into boundless darkness.
When Bai Shu opened his eyes again, everything in front of him had quietly changed.
It is no longer a gorgeous quiet room decorated with purple brocade, sleeves full of heavenly fragrance, illuminated by various crystal lamps, and decorated with coral hooks. What is in front of you is a Buddhist hall.
In the majestic Bayeux Palace, incense smoke lingers, and the clay sculptures of monks and kings quietly shrink their bodies in the fog.
On the lotus seat, an old monk with a dark golden complexion and a solemn appearance was spinning a string of Bodhi beads. His eyebrows were lowered, but he was not angry or intimidating. His eyes were half open and half closed, just like an old sacred beast. lion.
Under his seat, all the monks were chanting in low voices, and the sound of Zen continued.
"It's him?!" The moment he saw the old monk on the lotus seat, Baizhu understood.
His complexion is dark gold, his appearance is majestic, he is surrounded by countless light groups, and the ancient scriptures are spinning all over the sky, just like a great Arahant with solemn and majestic virtues.
Abbot of Kongo Temple! Lord of the Southern Zen Sect!
As early as when he entered Fengshan Temple, Bai Shu had seen the divine will of this great Arhat in the drawings.
His skin color is dark gold, which is due to his practice of "Tuga Appearance" and the realization of the golden body of Arahant. His mighty virtue is immeasurable.
The golden body of Arhat and the golden body of immortality, one is Buddhism and the other is Taoist lineage. However, they are indistinguishable from each other. They are both the supreme treasures in the world.
The old palace master of Nanhua Palace, a powerful figure in the late Song Dynasty, practiced Nanhua Palace's "Pure Tao Body", and thus achieved the golden body of immortality, which was unparalleled in the limelight.
At that time, he could even compete with Wang Qiuyi without being killed.
The abbot of Vajra Temple cultivated the Arahant Golden Body, which made the world tremble for a while.
There are rumors in Jiejing Mountain that if his lifespan had not been approaching and his potential had not been exhausted, this old abbot could even have a glimpse of the three upper realms of martial arts.
Since becoming a Buddhist, I have never seen the abbot of Vajra Temple with my own eyes.
Unexpectedly, here, he actually witnessed the master of the Southern Zen Sect.
Golden lotus, the golden lotus between the eyebrows...
Once again, he saw a different scene.
While Bai Zhu was looking around blankly, a voice suddenly sounded in Baye Palace.
"Wu Ming." The old monk with white eyebrows raised his eyes and suddenly called out.
As soon as the sound of answering the sutra suddenly stopped, under the lotus seat, a monk in white clothes stood up proudly, looking happy.
Bai Shu's expression was so shocked that he turned around and looked eagerly at the monk in white.
The wind blew up the bright yellow gauze curtain, and the long curtain covered with scriptures fluttered. He looked at the tall and tall monk in white clothes who put his hands together and saluted with great bearing.
But no matter how hard I tried, just like last time, I still couldn't see that face clearly.
"Disciple is here." He heard the monk in white say with a smile.
"Your trip this time, touring the three kingdoms of the world, has greatly enhanced the reputation of our Vajra Temple."
The old monk recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice. He raised his old eyes, looked at the young monk in white clothes in front of him, and also smiled.
"Du Shaozhi who debated Confucianism, Li Yuanxi who beheaded the great demon tomb, Xuan Xuanzi who trapped Nanhua Palace, Yu Leng who defeated Qingshen Temple, Master Lianhua was suppressed by you in Qishan, Qingli Lord of the demon clan opened the Tongjiang Water Mansion, and kissed
Welcome you three hundred miles."
The old monk spoke with approval:
"What's even more rare is that you also impressed the Landa Temple of the Northern Zen Sect. It is rumored that Monk Cizai actually wanted to join forces after his mind was broken by you with three swords?"
confluence……
North and South merge...
After the old monk said these words, all the monks under the lotus seat began to breathe quickly.
The confluence of the north and the south is the deepest wish for both the Southern and Northern Zen sects.
In the Middle Ages, there was a Leiyin Temple that took charge of all the Buddhas in the world and unified them.
However, with the collapse of the Middle Ages, Daleiyin Temple was also divided into two factions due to disputes in spirit and doctrine.
One sect moved to the northern country and established a sect, which was called Landa Temple.
The other sect stayed in the south and was called the Vajra Temple.
Since Leiyin Temple was divided into two factions, the dispute between Vajra Temple and Landa Temple has never ended for thousands of years.
As the dispute deepened, it gradually turned into blood feud, and the two sides gradually became incompatible with each other.
Unexpectedly...
"After discussing Zen with Master Cizai, according to the teacher's words, I trapped Landa Temple with eight heavenly dragons for three days and nights."
Bai Shu heard the young monk's voice:
"As for whether to merge or not, Master Cizai only said that we should think about it for a moment or two, but did not give the young monk a definite answer."
"They should be killed!"
When the white-robed monk was about to continue speaking, someone interrupted him coldly.
The middle-aged monk had a dull face and a cold expression, and there was a chilling air on his face.
Guanghui……
Bai Shu looked at the middle-aged monk who spoke coldly, and suddenly felt a little dazed.
"In my opinion, you are too benevolent as a woman! Buddhist disciples must not only have Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, but also have Vajra's angry eyes!"
Guang Hui scowled and scolded:
"If you killed them in Beiwei, there would be no need to talk about the merger of the north and the south. The Buddha lineage would have been unified by now!"
"disciple……"
"Okay." The old monk shook his head and continued:
"Anyway, during this trip, you have greatly enhanced the reputation of our Southern Zen sect. I have something to give you."
He stood up from the lotus seat directly above him and walked slowly down the Buddhist altar with a calm expression.
As the old monk stood up, all the monks under the lotus seat stood up solemnly and separated a path for him.
"Waiting for the north and south to merge, it will be thirty years later."
The old monk raised the arm of the monk in white high and made a lion's roar vigorously, the sound shook the clouds.
"Wu Ming, treat me as the leader of the Buddha Lineage!"
The monks were stunned for a moment, and then they all started to praise him. Under the influence of the magic power, the sky in Beiye Palace was filled with flowers, and golden lotuses surged from the ground.
The white-robed monk in the center makes him look like a saint descending to earth, like a Buddha coming to the world.
"It's good to pick spring colors from the branches."
When Baye Palace was busy, Guang Hui suddenly said something with a cold face.
The monk in white was slightly startled, but still replied respectfully:
"I don't know that spring is in the basket."
"What's the explanation?"
"Don't ask for help from outsiders."
"As long as you understand." Guang Hui sneered, pushed open the palace door, and walked away.
Bai Shu watched this scene silently, thoughtfully.
The tide-like fragrant mist is thickening in the entire lecture hall. The figures wearing various monk robes are gradually fading into the fragrant mist. The magnificent and majestic Buddhist chants are faintly heard. The mist covers the crossed knees of the Buddha statue. In the end, even the Buddha statue was only vaguely visible.
Vaguely, the monk in white clothes who was surrounded was turning back, and his eyes fell on him.
It was clearly an illusion or a memory, but instinctively, Bai Zhu felt that he was being stared at.
His vision went dark for an instant, and when he came back to his senses, the scene changed again. Everything in front of him was no longer the solemn and solemn Buddhist Baye Palace.
There are no monks, no Buddha statues, and no scent or mist.
The sky in late winter is dim. Although it is daytime, it is no different from nighttime. A snowy scene spreads before our eyes.
The wind and snow are rumbling, and the flying snow is swarming like viburnums, just like the poplars in the sky in late spring. Looking from a distance, there are a few scattered lights at the foot of the mountain. Everything is silent, except for the constant and flowing sound of wind in my ears.
A few steps in front of the snow, Bai Zhu saw a girl. She looked up blankly, as if she was waiting for someone.
“In my previous life, I saw such a sentence in the Tan Sutra.”
Behind him, a low voice sounded. A monk in white clothes walked across the snowy field. He stared at the girl and spoke softly.
"Sometimes the wind blew and the flags moved. One monk said the wind was blowing, and another monk said the flags were moving. There was endless discussion."
The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng said that it is not the wind that moves, nor the flags that move, but the heart of a benevolent person."
"If I don't change my mind, maybe...she won't die." The monk in white raised his eyes and smiled bitterly:
"The wind blows and the flags move. The wind blows and the flags move. Is it the wind or the flags?"
"you……"
Bai Shu was stunned at first, then his expression changed drastically: "Can you see me?!"
"Who are you? Who am I? What is our relationship? Ignorance?!"
Reincarnation? Are those experiences in past lives a dream, or are they real?
He jumped forward in ecstasy, but passed straight through the body of the monk in white, as if it were nothing.
"Ignorance, ferritin, atractylodes."
The voice of the monk in white came from behind. He turned around, and all the fog on the monk's face dissipated. It was his own face.
