"Abbot?" Guang Hui stood up in confusion and quickly opened the door.
The shadow of the candle flickers.
The Sutra Pavilion was extremely lonely.
The ancient bricks with carvings of Mingwang, ghosts and gods were illuminated by the oil candle in the abbot's hand, and they meandered with the flowing firelight.
Demons dance wildly.
The old man holding the oil candle climbed up the steps step by step, silent, like a majestic lion. Guang Hui suddenly realized that he was very old. This old man who had lived for a long time had become so old that there was a kind of decay on the monk's robes.
The smell is like an ancient corpse opening its eyes from a coffin.
"Those little thoughts of yours are so whimsical! They are extremely difficult!"
The abbot coughed lowly and sighed hoarsely: "Guanghui, it would be great if you succeed, but if you don't, the Vajra Temple's eight hundred years of foundation will be destroyed sooner or later by your hands!"
"Abbott." Guang Hui bowed down in astonishment: "Why did the abbot say this? This disciple never meant it!"
"Do you really think you can hide those actions from me?"
The oil candle was placed on the table, and the flickering flame stabilized after trembling. The dark quiet room suddenly became completely lit up, illuminating all the books in this quiet room.
""The Sutra of Infinite Tribulations Spoken by the Buddha", "The Three Emperors' Tribunal of Disasters", "The Little Wish Sutra", "The Outer Purpose of the Four Assistants"... Since you failed to pass the test last year, you borrowed the Book of Industry and Characters
There are seventy-five books in the collection, sixty-seven in the Dharma Department, one hundred and forty in the Dictionary, and seven hundred and twenty-two in the Jie Department!"
"At first I didn't understand its meaning, but after thinking about it carefully, these classics are all about the word 'Tribulation', the first tribulation, the second tribulation, the catastrophe of the past, the tribulation of the year, the ephemeral kalpa, the yin and yang kalpa, from the fetal breath to the
The five turbidities, from time and destiny to stars..."
The abbot's eyes became serious: "Guanghui, I warned you.
Trying to break through the situation with calamity power won’t work!”
The candle shadow swayed for a moment amid the scolding, and after a brief dimming, the faces of the two people were illuminated again.
Both of their faces were as grave as rock carvings, one was silent and the other expressionless.
"The "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" I created has been effective. It must be the fundamental path to human immortality." After a long silence, Guang Hui said in a deep voice: "This time, there will be no mistakes!"
"Last time, your Heart Sutra almost burned Ranxu and Ranguang to death, not to mention how many people in the Three Hundred Zen Monastery were burned to charcoal!" A faint look of anger appeared on the abbot's face:
"Guanghui, I have warned you that the power of calamity is like a wild horse without a rein. Using human power to control calamity is tantamount to your own death! Your Heart Sutra claims to be able to break through the calamity with the power of calamity. Last time, even countless great masters in the temple
Everyone in virtue is attracted by it. But what’s the result? If I hadn’t used the Ten Heart Mirrors to suppress your abnormal mental images, this huge Vajra Temple would have turned into a ghost kingdom long ago!”
"I thought you had repented, but looking at it today, it is still a useless act of fishing for the moon in the water." The abbot sighed in a low voice: "Everything you have done is just useless..."
The tribulations that are scattered everywhere in the world are condensed and gathered again and again with every breath. Finally, at the moment of breaking through the barrier, all the tribulations are exploded and turned into materials for advancement.
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This is Guang Hui's fundamental conception of the Red Dragon Heart Sutra, and it is also a strange and cunning method that was denounced by the abbot as a ridiculous heretic.
Last time, countless monks from Vajra Temple praised Guang Hui's idea. No one is willing to sit idle and die. Guang Hui's Heart Sutra is tantamount to pointing out a road to heaven for them.
But when they practiced it in earnest, they realized how difficult it was... The inner fire manifested by the power of calamity burned from the surface of the body to the soul. Ran Guang, who praised the Heart Sutra the most, was also the most severely injured, and is still unconscious to this day.
Just relying on the nectar of the Nirvana Pond, I could barely hold my breath.
"Last time it was my lack of foundation, this time..."
"This time? What are you going to do if you don't have enough foundation?" The abbot interrupted him coldly: "Are you going to steal scriptures at the foot of the mountain?!"
Guang Hui was horrified. He was so shocked that he almost stood up from his seat, and blood suddenly rushed to his face.
"You have borrowed 722 books from the Jiezi Department of the temple, and you have read everything in the temple. You have also borrowed 75 books from the Yezi Department and 67 books from the Dharma Department.
, the Dianzi Department has a collection of one hundred and forty volumes for use in making analogies... Guanghui, the collection in the temple has no secrets for you. If you still say that the foundation is insufficient, then you will have no choice but to go down the mountain and steal the scriptures."
The abbot said calmly: "Tell me, you and your apprentice Wuming have been planning these days, what are your plans?"
Time passed little by little, and finally, Guang Hui, who was not as mature as she would be in the future, lowered her head and spoke helplessly.
"With Tongjiang as the boundary, I will go to Beiwei and Jiangbei to operate, and Wuming will go to Xichu and Jiangnan." Guanghui looked around, hesitated and lowered his voice: "If nothing happens during this period, it would be best.
The storm..."
"Steal or rob?" the abbot asked.
"First make threats. If there is no coercion, I will rob those who can win, and steal those who cannot win." Now that the matter has come to this, Guang Hui feels calm.
Time passed little by little, and when the candlelight became shorter and shorter, and Guanghui began to sweat on his forehead, the abbot finally spoke.
"Can the Heart Sutra be completed?"
"There is a 70% certainty!"
"Okay." The abbot stood up without comment. He picked up the oil candle that had burned to the end, and when he walked out of the door, he suddenly stopped.
"Remember it." He turned around and said in an extremely calm tone without any fluctuations: "No matter what, do not reveal the identity of Kongji Temple."
Inside the portal.
Guang Hui was instantly overjoyed.
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Qijinting, backyard.
Xiaoqiu was still climbing up and down the rockery, like an active sparrow, and like a wild cat that was always in high spirits. Wu Ming squatted at the bottom of the rockery, he raised his face and stared blankly at this beautiful girl.
He ran around happily, and finally got himself covered in ashes.
That Mingxiu face was dirty, with only the eyes blinking proudly, like the clearest section of the Tongjiang River.
She never seems to be tired and is always full of energy and joy.
Wu Ming never knew what she was thinking. Just like he once tried to attract a proud wild cat with a small fish. He thought the wild cat would come forward, but the cat just wagged its tail and ran away without looking back.
Far away...
Wuming thought that he might never be able to guess Xiaoqiu, just like at that time, he couldn't guess that cat that suddenly ran away with its tail wagging.
"Hey!" Xiaoqiu suddenly lowered his head angrily: "Monk!"
"Not a monk." He corrected: "Ignorance."
"Monk!"
"..."
"Monk, are you really leaving?" Xiaoqiu lowered her head and broke the rocks: "Why? Are you leaving today?"
"There are matters in the temple, and the teacher also has matters for me." Wu Ming watched her staggering and falling on the rocks, and quickly stretched out his hand, but Xiao Qiu deftly dodged it.
"The temple wants everyone to go to Zheng Guo to find someone, teacher..." Wuming considered his words and spoke carefully:
"Teacher wants me to go...well, to the sects in Jiangnan and Xichu, and borrow...borrow some things..."
"Are you leaving today?"
"Well, I'll leave today."
"Then why are you here!" Xiaoqiu frowned and suddenly jumped off the rockery. Her beautiful eyes glared over fiercely, as if she was angry: "What are you here for!"
"I came to see you." Wuming avoided her gaze with some embarrassment and lowered his head: "You are my only friend in Qijinting, I..."
He tried hard to organize his words, but was interrupted by a sneer in the silence.
"Friend?" Xiaoqiu suddenly sneered: "Do you know who I am!"
"My surname is Xie, which is the same as the Sheriff of Zhongli County, but I, a commoner, can't compare with them!" Looking at the stunned Wu Ming, Xiao Qiu clenched her fists and shouted loudly:
"Friend? What do you know! You know nothing! You only know that I am Qi Jinting's little handyman. My name is Xiao Qiu. Do you know that my name is Xie Qiu?!"
"I……"
"I'll be friends after just a few words with you? Do you know what a friend is? Monk, you don't want to be friends with me!"
Xiaoqiu continued to speak coldly: "My father is a wild man. I have not seen him since he was born. He is a prostitute. Even the word 'thank you' was chosen randomly by my mother. As for my mother..."
She gritted her teeth and stared at the helpless Wu Ming: "The madam of the brothel is my mother!"
"..."
"I'm not a person from a good background. Everyone looks down on me. A monk like you won't be friends with me!"
She lowered her head and her eye circles quickly turned red: "My mother is a prostitute, an old prostitute! I am the daughter of a prostitute, and they all call me a little bitch...well...well..."
The words were suddenly blocked, and Xiaoqiu's eyes widened in astonishment, watching the monk in white who had been silent reaching out and gently covering his mouth.
He stood with the sun behind him, and the expression on his face was blurred in the sun. It only made people feel that the white clothes were like a halo that was both real and illusory, like a dream gently dropped by the gods.
Her lips were gently covered with her palms, and the pleasant smell of sandalwood made Xiaoqiu's heartbeat inexplicably speed up, and her face turned strangely red.
"Don't talk about yourself like that in the future, and..." Wu Ming leaned forward slightly, looked at Xiao Qiu seriously, and spoke seriously every word:
"The poor monk will always be Miss Xiaoqiu's friend!"
Her heart tightened for a while, and after a long silence, Xiaoqiu suddenly raised her head.
The weird girl licked the palm of Wu Ming's hand, and then watched with satisfaction as he jumped up like a frightened cat, panicking and not knowing what to do.
While jumping around in ignorance, she wiped her red eyes and laughed hard.
