"Be born alone and go alone, go alone and come alone...
There is no substitute for suffering and happiness..."
Deep in the mountains, a thin white mist hangs in the forest.
The sunlight passes through the dense branches and leaves, and finally falls weakly on the rotten fallen leaves, flowers and plants everywhere.
It brews, and it smells a bit weird, but when you take a deep breath, it is similar to the aroma of wine, stimulating the brain.
In the forest, on a bluestone in an open space, there was an old monk wearing a red cassock. He was half leaning on the stone, with his legs crossed and shakingly grabbing a wine gourd and drinking heavily.
The clear wine poured down quickly, flowing from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the dirty and delicate cassock on his body with the aroma of wine.
The old monk drank and sang loudly.
The voice was loud and full of momentum.
There was only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves in the surroundings. The skin was full of wrinkles, but there was a leisurely and contented look on his face.
As if the wine was almost drunk, the old monk straightened up and raised the wine gourd, only to hear the sound of gurgling.
Finally, he sighed softly, stood up, and pinned it on his waist.
Then he looked at the transparent forest full of towering ancient trees and stretched out:
"The donor traveled thousands of miles from Qihai, but he didn't say a word when he came here. I wonder what's going on? He didn't want to watch the old monk and me drinking."
The old monk chuckled and moved his neck, revealing the brass-colored muscles under the dirty cassock that looked like steel. He raised his head and looked forward.
There is a towering tree in front of me that can hold three people in a hug. The crown of the tree is fluffy and countless roots hang down.
On one of the thick tree branches, there was a man in red sitting.
The man's hair is disheveled, almost completely covering his face. His clothes are similar to a man's wedding dress, and he wears a long stone sword wrapped with a white bandage at his waist.
The temperament is gloomy.
The man is Dugujue from Jin Turtle Island.
He lowered his head and glanced at the old monk below.
There was a crash.
The whole person stood quietly on the ground.
"Junior pays homage to Senior Jianglong. This time I return to Yizhou for important matters, but I also want to thank the senior for his generous help."
Dugujue raised his head, parted his disheveled hair to both sides, revealed a stern face, squeezed out a smile, and said in a deep voice.
"There is no need to be grateful. When you see an injustice, you will naturally take action to take action. Unfortunately, you are unable to do so, which eventually leads to tragedy." Jianglong shook his head and sighed softly.
The two of them had some interactions.
Back then, Baijian Villa obtained a treasure from a roll of land materials, which led to the disaster of annihilation of the clan and the destruction of a century-old foundation.
In the battle that wiped out the family, the third young master of the Villa escaped the disaster by fate. After suffering a blood feud, he learned the sword for ten years and finally got his revenge.
Kill all the enemies of the past one by one.
Who would have thought that the daughter of one of the enemies would marry into a martial arts family. At this point, the young man would naturally attract revenge.
He was chased all the way, retreating and fighting, causing great slaughter.
The young man who was eventually classified as a demonic heretic was naturally dealt with in various ways without regard to moral principles.
These include, but are not limited to, using relatives and friends as bait, besieging and intercepting, etc.
After he found out what happened, he felt aggrieved and helped the young man escape.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, that ignorant young man would become a well-deserved top player in the world.
…
But from his point of view, it seems that his life is still not good.
The mountain forest was red, the two of them were more than ten meters apart, and they were silent for a while.
finally.
"In any case, I owe my senior a favor, and I will definitely repay it in the future." Dugujue pressed the iron sword on his waist and sighed.
Jianglong shook his head and did not answer the question: "My dear friend, after the aggravation back then, he has not been ashore for so many years. If you have something important, just tell me and I will help you if you can. I will certainly lend a helping hand."
"Holy Monk!" Dugujue nodded and stated, "I came here mainly to find out about the whereabouts of Yun Zhaohe and Brother Yun."
"Brother Yun and I have an important appointment. He told me before that he would come to see Senior Jianglong, but there has been no news for a long time, so he came ashore to make trouble."
He paused as he spoke, hesitated, and added, "This matter is related to the life of my wife. I have to do it as a last resort. I ask for your forgiveness, senior."
Although he has a withdrawn temperament, he admires the Dragon Subduing Holy Monk very much, so his etiquette is very good.
"Yun Zhaohe?" The old monk frowned slightly and touched the back of his head. "He didn't come to see me. During this period, I have been in the temple and have never been out."
He has a good relationship with Yun Zhaohe, but only good.
Because this person is not as loyal and kind-hearted as the rumors say, but is actually a little clever and clever.
It was only because she was really nice to him and respected her so much, and her behavior was flawless in front of him, that I could maintain the friendship.
"What? I didn't come to see senior..." Dugujue was stunned.
"Yes." Jianglong nodded.
"So... then I'm sorry." Dugujue looked thoughtful, thought of a possibility, and nodded.
He said and glanced at the sky.
"Senior also knows that I have been channeling Jianxin since I was a child and have an innate sense of danger. Today I went ashore and came to Yizhou, but I always feel uneasy..." He was halfway through and said nothing more.
"Thank you, little friend. Everything is fine in Wanfo Temple, and everything is fine in Yizhou. Although some troubles have indeed occurred in recent days, everything is still under control." Jianglong smiled.
"Wanfo Temple is the largest sect in Yizhou, with thirty-six Buddhas and seventy-two Bodhisattvas. It is also first-class in Jiuzhou. It's just..." Dugujue didn't know what to say.
His ability to sense danger is almost never wrong. In fact, this was also the key to his ability to survive in the battle royale.
"I will take this matter to heart. Tomorrow, the poor monk will go to Leiyin Temple to find the abbot, and send the horse warriors to observe the surroundings to prevent evildoers from spreading and causing harm to the world."
The old monk thought for a while and said softly.
"If there is any need, senior, send me a letter and I will come immediately if I have time." Dugujue nodded and said solemnly.
"Thank you very much, little friend."
Thuja sea area.
Since the storm and tsunami were confirmed to be the Sea Tribe Sea Festival, all continental forces in the Seven Seas, regardless of faction, have ostensibly shipped all kinds of supplies and sent corresponding manpower to provide assistance.
The Lingtai Sect, as the dominant local force in the sea area, also actively participated in the construction.
The disciples were sent out in all directions, including the head of the Buddha in the sect, Qingliang Zilin Junmo, who personally visited various islands, received envoys from various forces, promoted Buddhism, killed sea beasts in the sea, and used alchemy methods to save the people.
After the disaster, there were naturally some people who fished in troubled waters and went directly to the sea to become pirates.
However, it didn't last long before he was hit by a gun and converted to Buddhism one by one.
Externally, we exterminated pirates and suppressed marine beasts. Internally, we rescued the suffering people and promoted Buddhism.
In addition, in the sea area, new scripts such as "If the sea is not empty, I will never become a Buddha" and "If the Buddha's head restarts the Duer Tower, whoever will not go to hell will go to hell" are becoming popular.
For a time, the reputation of Lingtai Sect or Buddha became more and more popular.
It has even attracted people from the outer sea areas to visit and continue to follow the westward journey to purify their souls.
On May 19th, the anemones bloomed.
Lin Duanduan sat on the lotus seat on the high platform of the square and softly explained the Buddhist teachings.
The people below were surrounded, it could be described as a sea of people, with expressions of expectation and respect on their faces. They were all believers who came to watch and listen to the lecture.
On the lotus platform, Lin Mo, dressed in bright red, recited the following:
"Buddha said: The key to all Dharma methods is to understand the mind..."
"The key to understanding one's mind is nothing more important than reciting the Buddha's name..."