Chapter three hundred and seventy-ninth can not get married
"On May 6, the 16th year of Taihe, there was a huge earthquake in the South China Sea. The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. It was as gray as night."
"On September 13, the seventeenth year of Taihe, Qixia Mountain split with a sound like thunder. It came from the southeast and went to the northwest. It destroyed hundreds of thousands of officials and people's houses, and killed countless people."
"On the twenty-fourth day of the third month of the first year of Fengyi, fire fell from the sky. Eight hundred miles of the city were covered with dust. The sky was covered with smoke and dust, and the day was dark. There were giant stone men howling and weeping, and their cries were like roars."
"On July 7, the first year of Fengyi, the clouds in Yedu changed drastically. They were like tangled threads, with five colors, and black ones like Ganoderma lucidum. They rose into the sky and dispersed after thirty days and nights."
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In the Daming Hall, the purple-robed monk held a file and spoke seriously to the monks who were seated. Wu Ming, who was sitting under the beam on the left, frowned slightly but said nothing.
"You are all great masters of Zen Buddhism, disciples of Buddha, and pillars of my Vajra Temple. I have called you here today because the situation in front of you is even beginning to make it difficult for me to understand."
A low sigh sounded. The abbot stood up and took the file from the purple-robed monk. He paused for a while before speaking slowly:
"Since the 16th year of Taihe, natural disasters have occurred one after another in the Three Kingdoms. Some people saw creatures in ancient temples, and some encountered dragons in the Mushui River. Last year, the clouds in Yedu lasted for thirty days and nights, causing unrest throughout the country and panic among people.
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"But someone is trying to cause chaos?" Ran Qing suddenly said: "Could it be that these changes are still natural changes?"
"A few old friends and I were also present during the celestial change in Yedu..." The abbot shook his head: "If someone really did it, then his cultivation would be far beyond that of humans and immortals, and even gods and ghosts are unpredictable."
"Then... but natural changes?"
"The six qi are calm and there is no abnormal movement." The purple-clothed monk who just held the file denied that he was a master of Tianji Taoism, and he was also good at fortune-telling and fortune-telling.
For a moment, all the monks present fell silent. Some frowned with thoughtful expressions on their faces, while others showed worries and solemn expressions on their faces.
"I called you here today because of a surprising story yesterday."
The abbot observed the expressions of the monks in his eyes, then opened the file, and a few golden characters jumped out from the paper: "Please take a look."
"April 7, the second year of Fengyi..."
Ignorance whispered in my heart.
April 7, the second year of Fengyi, this is yesterday...
"On Guimao night, the night is clear. Five-colored lights rise from the south of the Yangtze River. The air flows through Ziwei. From Taizhou to Songyang, the three counties shine as white as the ground. The water of Tongjiang River is as bright as silver. Fish and shrimps jump out of the water in fear of death. Five-colored lights
The light only disperses in the daytime, and its power is like the rushing waves of a river. No one dares to look up."
Five-color light, Jiangnan, Tongjiang...
While Wu Ming was thinking, someone took the lead in shouting out.
"The three counties in the south of the Yangtze River shine like the white ground. They are so powerful that even humans and immortals cannot surpass this, right?" Then Zhou shook his head: "What does the abbot want?"
"Yesterday, I looked across all Dharma Realms with my pure eyes and saw a living creature in the five-colored light. Although its face was unclear, its body was no different from that of an ordinary person."
The abbot said calmly:
"The light hung down from the sky, fell on the outskirts of Fenyin, and then shone across the vast south of the Yangtze River. However, yesterday, it was not just me, but all the immortals in the south, north, and even the Three Kingdoms were watching, but the living creatures in the light escaped too quickly.
, even the pure eye can’t find any trace, let alone capture it.”
"The abbot wants to capture the living creatures in the five-colored light?"
"It fell from the sky, and its breath is very different from ordinary people. Maybe..." the abbot said in a low voice: "It comes from the upper world!"
All the monks present looked at each other, as if they were severely shocked by this conjecture, and their eyes could not help showing a touch of fire. In the upper world, since the end of the world, the scene of mortal saints living together has no longer existed, and humans and gods have no longer existed.
The passage between them is cut off, and only the glory of the past shines faintly, but it is like a candle in the wind.
For them, the upper realm not only means immortality and holiness, but also means the three upper realms that are only found in classics and are elusive!
"How to do it?" Another monk stood up and lowered his voice.
"The living beings from the upper world are still in Dazheng, no matter whether it is north of or south of the Yangtze River." The abbot looked around at the monks: "We are from the southern sect, and we have the advantage of the location.
Find it before other sects!"
The monks leaned over and agreed. Before leaving the Daming Hall, Wu Ming held a thin scroll and was stunned for a moment.
This is what the abbot saw with his pure eyes, the appearance of the living creature in the upper world.
In the scroll, a person with a blurry face is surrounded by colorful lights, and is lifted up by the clouds. His whole body is wrapped in a brilliance as beautiful as a feather, and only a pair of dark eyes are exposed.
But look at the body shape...
"Is it a woman?"
He spoke softly in his heart, then carefully put away the scroll, and quickly walked out of Daming Hall at Guang Hui's urging.
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"You will be going down the mountain in a few days. After entering the world, you should not only hide your appearance, but also be careful about hiding your appearance when talking. You should never mention names such as poor monk master and disciple again."
Outside the Daming Palace, Guang Hui said calmly: "As for the battle, let's use Luojiang Chen's "Gaoyao Lingbao Heart Sutra" as a cover. Do you understand?"
"Brother... I understand!" Wuming smiled and quickly changed his words: "I understand!"
"There are many dangers on this trip. If you pay more attention to everything, you will always be right." Guang Hui was silent for a while:
"It's because of my affairs that I have to involve you like this... If there is any real disharmony, just run away and don't worry about it anymore."
"My parents died young, and it was my teacher who taught me how to grow up." Wu Ming shook his head and looked down at the ground: "Why did the teacher separate from me?
In the heart of a disciple, the teacher is my biological father."
Guang Hui's heart was shocked, her hands under the broad monk's robes began to tremble violently, and her face, which was as stern as a rock carving, was momentarily blank, as if it had been hit hard by something heavy.
The dull man lowered his head, and after a while, he laughed softly, as if mocking himself.
"that……"
Wuming looked at Guanghui's face and said anxiously: "Teacher..."
"Say it."
"Before going down the mountain, can I say goodbye to Miss Xiaoqiu?"
Wu Ming shrank his neck, but still forced himself to speak: "In Qijin Pavilion, Miss Xiaoqiu is my only friend, I..."
He swallowed, then suddenly smiled dryly and said no more.
In the long silence, so silent that ignorance is almost ready to be scolded.
opposite.
The dull middle-aged monk finally nodded slowly.
"Go ahead, just remember."
Guang Hui closed her eyes and spoke calmly: "Don't form a relationship."
Wu Ming nodded confusedly. He didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but just nodded and agreed as usual. At the same moment, in a small town thousands of miles away.
The barefooted girl approached the city gate blankly with the flow of people. The tall house feathers were like the wings of a bird, and the houses were lined up in rows, shining dimly yellow in the warm light. This was a prosperous city, across the street.
The hibiscus flowers were in full bloom, and countless small purple and red flowers were blown slightly by the wind, floating in a shallow layer of water in the small street.
"So beautiful."
She held her head up blankly and laughed inarticulately.
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At night.
Guang Hui in the Sutra Pavilion was suddenly startled by the sound of footsteps. Before he could get up, an old laugh came from the room.
"Stop, stop."
The abbot tremblingly held the oil candle and climbed up the steps step by step: "Guanghui, I came to see you today to see who is the person who destroyed the 800-year-old foundation of Vajra Temple!"
