The statue of Buddha is covered with gold paint, and in the swaying candlelight, it makes it more solemn and solemn.
The young novice monk, wearing a thin monk's robe, with a pious face, knelt in front of the statue of Manjusri and recited the wonderful Western Dharma.
The novice monk was about six or seven years old. He looked particularly immature, with hope shining in his eyes. He kept rubbing rosary beads in his palms and praying in his mouth.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, the abbot has been down the mountain for several months and has not returned in time. Please protect the abbot and keep him safe and sound."
When the novice monk said this, his eyes turned slightly red.
His name is Qiong He, and he is the first life of Yu Chan.
The night is heavy with dew and the chill is pervasive.
Qiong He's fingertips were slightly cold.
He raised his head, looked at the solemn statue, and continued to pray for the abbot in his heart.
Nowadays, demons are rampant in Dongsheng Shenzhou, ghosts and spies are everywhere, and deaths occur almost every day.
If it weren't for the blessing of the Buddha statue inside the temple, Qiong He might have been dragged out by the nearby demons and used as blood food.
This temple is located in the mountains and forests. There are few people on weekdays. In the entire ground, only the young novice monk and Fang Xiang live together.
Some time ago, the abbot went out to beg for food, but never returned.
This made Qiong He, who was already timid, feel uneasy.
However, he was young and frail and could not do anything. Apart from praying and chanting sutras day and night, he could only wait silently.
Suddenly, there was a warm glow, quietly scattered in all directions.
The frost entrenched nearby seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and instantly disappeared towards the edge.
A man wearing a blue robe slowly came to the temple with a purifying bottle in his palm.
He looked at the tall statue of Manjusri, his eyes filled with regret, and he shook his head helplessly.
"Donor." The little novice monk stood up quickly, came to the man's side, and said respectfully.
"The donor is lost? Come with me to warm yourself by the fire. The cold wind in the mountains at night is the most biting. If you are not careful, your back will be sore. How about staying here tonight? I will send it to you tomorrow morning.
The donor leaves."
Faced with the young novice's enthusiasm, the man waved his hand indifferently.
He looked at the statue, his eyes burning, and said: "Qionghe, you are kind-hearted and full of expectations, but you worshiped the wrong statue. Manjusri Bodhisattva has left Buddhism long ago. The Bodhisattva who has inherited the fruit of wisdom now is Biezhi."
"Bie Zhi~" the novice murmured thoughtfully, chewing the name between his lips and teeth.
The man looked at the cute appearance of the novice, stretched out his hand, gently rubbed his head, and flicked his fingers around.
brush!
The pure and transparent light is scattered like fireworks and evenly distributed in the temple.
The light swayed in the wind but was extremely warm, illuminating the dim temple as brightly as daylight.
In the light, the novice monk rubbed his eyes and suddenly discovered that this man had a very similar face to the statue.
"Are you, are you Manjushri Bodhisattva?" the novice asked with his eyes widened.
Seeing his panicked look, Manjusri smiled calmly.
His brows and eyes were full of warmth, and his words and deeds exuded an elegant and noble charm. The novice's panicked and shocked heart gradually became calmer.
Manjusri looked at the novice monk and said softly: "I am Manjusri, but not a Bodhisattva. Some time ago, I left Buddhism and resumed my Taoist identity."
"Why, why?" the novice asked curiously, his eyes widened.
It was somewhat difficult for him to understand that Manjushri Bodhisattva was the most prestigious and powerful figure in Buddhism. He created the method of monk cultivation and gave countless living beings the opportunity to practice.
Such a loving and selfless Bodhisattva was originally the object of worship for novice monks, but now he admitted to his face that he had left Buddhism.
Seeing the disbelief in the novice's eyes, Manjusri exhaled slightly.
He looked at the bright stars outside, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said in a weathered tone: "There is no reason, some things must be explained."
After saying that, Manjusri lowered his head, looked at the little novice monk, and said slowly: "My child, instead of begging me, it is better to learn to beg yourself."
"The outside world is full of demons and ghosts, but if you hide in temples and tremble, you will not be able to truly grow up. It is better to give up the fear and panic in your heart and have a head-on collision with the filth hidden in the corner, only then can you know the splendor of the world."
"If you are willing, from now on, I can take you into my home and teach you day and night. Maybe in a few years, when you encounter difficulties, you will no longer need to pray to me and chant sutras, but rely on your own means to turn the tide.
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After hearing Manjusri's words, the novice's eyes flickered and he was full of determination.
He thought of the abbot whose life or death was uncertain, of the terrified people, and of the evil spirits with ferocious faces.
The novice monk looked at Manjusri, nodded solemnly, and immediately kowtowed to him, but was directly lifted up by big calloused hands.
The novice monk raised his head and saw a man wearing a black robe.
This man's face was pale and his eyes were cold, and the look he looked at the novice seemed to be filled with thousands of years of ice crystals.
Manjusri smiled, waved his hand, and said: "This is my clone, named Yulin, and he is the Yin Tianzi of the underworld. From now on, he will teach you skills."
"Underworld, Son of Heaven? But what I practice is Buddhism." The novice opened his eyes and raised his doubts.
Yulin's face was as frosty as he said in a cold voice: "Buddhism? Haha, good disciple, you have no choice."
…
Deep in the sky.
The vast and pure stars, accompanied by the gorgeous formations, quietly operate in the night.
Countless star officials pinched the treasure seals with their hands, and the aura in their bodies continued to surge, slowly seeping out towards the surroundings.
These star officials are all native beings from the West, with ordinary qualifications, and it is difficult for them to become immortals in their lifetime.
They thought they would be inactive forever, but they didn't expect that at the critical moment, Manjushri would appear on Mount Sumeru with hope.
This Bodhisattva is not as treacherous as the rumors say. Instead, he has a kind face and is full of compassion for many weak people.
After knowing the embarrassing status of ordinary living beings in the West, Manjushri Bodhisattva resolutely abandoned the top ashram and took over the dangerous place of Gengdu Mountains.
He led countless ordinary creatures to drive away poisonous insects, purify waters, temper soil, raise herds of animals, and painstakingly researched the method of monk practice, giving countless people who were destined to be inactive the opportunity to practice and peer into the world.
These star officials are the initial beneficiaries.
They activated the formation flags and pinched the treasure seals with their hands. The surroundings were flashing with elegant starlight, urging the entire stars to rotate accordingly.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The vast and bright starlight is evenly scattered in the depths of every barren starry sky, like pouring rain.
The energy contained within the radiance of the stars can subtly enhance the foundation of the stars, doubling the output of the resources planted inside.
For ordinary living beings, the brilliance of stars is hard to come by, and even in a bright world, the price is extremely expensive.
However, these low-level star officials were able to instill it in the Star Dojo to improve their own foundation, which made the star officials feel extremely grateful.
They urged the Zhoutian Xingdou Grand Array to continue to operate, feeling the pure charm coming to their faces, their faces full of enthusiasm.
"Qingyin Immortal just looks indifferent, but he is extremely caring for us subordinates. Not only does he use the Zhoutian Star Formation to collect starlight for us to temper the dojo, but he even takes the initiative to help us collect star resources.
To raise our level, this kind of kindness will be difficult for me to repay in my lifetime."
"Indeed, we are ordinary beings. If we were placed in other realms, we might not even have the opportunity to practice. We might even be chased by those sanctimonious people all day long. How could we be under the protection of Manjushri Bodhisattva?
No matter what the final result of my practice is, I have no regrets."
"I heard that during this period, Heavenly Court and Buddhism teamed up to arrange a journey to the West. I wonder if the aloof Tathagata Buddha, after receiving the majestic merits of the journey to the West, will be more famous than the Bodhisattva Biezhi. I heard that the future Buddha will follow
Profit comes first, I hope he will not be allowed to become the helmsman of Buddhism."
Several star officials looked at the ancient scenery and couldn't help but feel worried.
Suddenly, a star official said: "Everyone, since we control the power of the stars, we have the right to investigate the prehistoric times through the star officials. Since everyone is worried about Manjushri Bodhisattva, why don't we unite and monitor the famous mountains and rivers through the star officials?
, by discovering clues about the movements of powerful people from all walks of life in advance and reporting them to Immortal Qingyin, Manjushri Bodhisattva can also make preparations in advance."
"Hey, what you said is true, let's do it now."
The stars are swaying and bright.
At this time, countless pairs of eyes suddenly appeared in the depths of the sky, closely observing the movements of Honghuang.
Feeling the changes in the starry sky, Qingyin narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
At this time, he finally understood what Manjusri said.
Only the belief in the heart can create the biggest waves.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Qingyin's mouth, and she gently stretched out her finger in front of her.
Wow!
The elegant and fragrant smell drifts and scatters along the void.
A spiritual root quietly appeared in front of me.
Dream Road·Huangliang!
Huangliang belongs to a relatively partial spiritual root. It uses the dreams of all things in the world as nutrients and will breed them to inherit the essence.
After Qingyin got this yellow beam in Nanzhan Buzhou, she placed it deep in the starry sky, hoping to make up for the shortfall by relying on the aura of the stars to nurture it.
But he didn't expect that in just a few days, Huang Liang would return to his peak condition.
Looking at the slightly swaying yellow beams and the huge fruit in front of her, Qingyin found it hard to believe.
He cultivates the planetary path and the light path, and has a profound realm. He naturally knows the aura of starlight. It is a long and hard work to repair the yellow beams that have dried up for several yuanhui.
But why is it so fast?
Qingyin frowned and suddenly saw the huge fruit.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in disbelief: "Is it possible that the dream of that strong man is hidden deep in the starry sky, and Huang Liang used it as food to eat away?"
Huang Liang has a melodious aura and is extremely picky. Unless he is in extremely distressed circumstances, he will not use the dreams of ordinary creatures.
Moreover, if this kind of innate-level spiritual plant wants to quickly regain its vitality, it needs an extremely large aura. Judging from the dry situation of Huangliang, at least the dream of a digital king can fill the gap.
"Could it be..."
Qingyin reached out thoughtfully, picked out a Huangliang fruit, put it in her mouth and chewed it.
The bitter taste gradually spread, and along with the mottled dreams, Qingyin's mind suddenly flashed.
"As expected." Qingyin's eyes widened suddenly and she murmured.
"What Huang Liang has absorbed are the dreams of hundreds of demon court sages."
"Before they fell, these powerful monsters deliberately left their dreams here for the sake of their future resurrection!"