Baiyuncanggou, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye!
Caomiao Village is located at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. There are more than 40 families living here. The folk customs are simple and simple. Most of the people in the village go up the mountain to collect firewood and hand it over to Qingyun Gate in exchange for some silver.
Although they are not wealthy, the villagers have lived here for generations and are protected by the immortals of Qingyunmen, so they are comfortable and worry-free.
"Zhang Xiaofan, if you dare, just stop and don't look for your big brother Zhang Changfeng!"
With a shout and a hint of laughter, under the blue sky, the children in the village played and chased among the grassy houses.
"You five are chasing one of me, but you still don't allow me to find help. You think I'm an idiot!"
The child named Zhang Xiaofan in front made a "poof" sound and turned around to make a face as he ran.
After chasing all the way, these children gradually approached the dilapidated thatched thatched temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small thatched thatched temple was dilapidated and had gone through many hardships in the world.
Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush over and saw a boy in his early ten years sitting on the threshold of the ruined temple with a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his body.
Compared with those cheerful children outside, his immature face has a pair of deep eyes, and his body is filled with a sense of dignity and stability that is completely inconsistent with his age.
"Brother, what are you carving again?"
Zhang Xiaofan came to sit next to the boy hanging the beads, put his elbows on his knees, propped up his head and stared at the wood in his hand without blinking. With the dexterity of the carving knife, a statue gradually became lifelike.
stand up.
At this time, the few children who had caught up stood quietly one meter away and watched quietly, as if this was a place where fighting was not allowed and no one dared to violate it.
"Xiaofan, this is for you."
After a while, the boy wearing Buddhist beads put down his carving knife and handed a statue of four figures to Zhang Xiaofan with a smile.
These four figures, two big and two small, look like a peasant couple standing side by side, each holding a boy. The two boys are Zhang Xiaofan and the boy wearing Buddhist beads. All four of them have contented and happy faces.
smile.
"Thank you, brother. Brother, please teach me how to carve wood. Maybe I can even take it to the city to exchange for money."
Zhang Xiaofan took over the wood carving and played with it with joy on his face. He ran his fingers along the texture left by the carving knife on the figure, as if he couldn't put it down.
After hearing this, the other children quickly said, "Yes, teach us too..."
Sculpting is a delicate job. How many of these children really have such perseverance? It's just for fun and three minutes of enthusiasm.
The young man with the Buddhist beads stood up, shook his head gently, and smiled without saying a word.
At this moment, from the corner of the village exit, a call to the Buddha was heard, and someone said: "Amitabha Buddha, what a natural Buddha-nature, I never thought that such a strange person could exist in the world.
The children looked where the sound came from and saw an old monk walking towards him. They looked at the young man standing with beads hanging on his face, his wrinkled face full of smiles.
"The boy has met the master!"
The young man with Buddhist beads on his body waited for the old monk to come closer, then smiled and greeted him.
When the old monk saw him being so polite and young, he seemed to like him more and more, and said, "Little benefactor, what is your name?"
This old monk was dressed in a worn-out cassock, and his whole body was dirty. He only held a string of jasper beads in his hand, which were crystal clear, dazzling, and emitted a faint green light.
The strange thing is that among a dozen smooth and clear sapphire beads of the same size, there is also a dull round bead that is neither jade nor stone, dark purple in color.
Seeing his strange outfit that they had never seen before, all the teenagers couldn't help but express curiosity. Zhang Xiaofan instinctively pulled his brother's clothes and asked: "Hey, who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"
The old monk glanced at him, with a smile on his face, then turned to stare at the young man wearing Buddhist beads and asked: "The poor monk's name is Kongzhi, little benefactor, you haven't answered me yet."
"The boy's surname is Zhang and his first name is Changfeng."
"Zhang Changfeng?" the old monk murmured, then pointed at the golden beads hanging on the young man's chest and said with a smile, "Little donor, where did this string of beads come from?"
Before the young man could speak, a boy named Jingyu among the children rushed to say: "I heard from my aunts and uncles that this is something I was born with. I was born with him right from the womb."
If it were an ordinary person, they would have just thought it was a child who had become an adult and was showing off after hearing this. But after hearing this, the old monk's pair of cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light. He stepped forward and touched Zhang Changfeng's head and said solemnly.
: "Little donor, you are born with Buddha nature, and you are destined to be destined to be a Buddha in this life. It is God's will that the poor monk sees you today. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher and enter Tianyin Temple to practice?"
"This...where is Tianyin Temple?"
"Tianyin Temple is a Buddhist practice sect, and Qingyun Sect and Fenxiang Valley are the three sects of righteousness. They aim to kill evil and demons and protect the common people."
A group of children didn't understand much about killing evil spirits and slaying demons, but they knew better than anyone the meaning of the three words Qingyun Sect. They were all surprised and excited at once, "Tianyin Temple and Qingyun Sect are side by side, then
That means you... you are also an immortal. Can you fly and shine?"
"I'm not worthy of being an immortal, but I'm good at magic." The old monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands together gently, and a warm and peaceful golden Buddha light shone like the great sun ring behind Tathagata Buddha, lighting up the entire grass temple.
The front light was extremely bright, and the children were both excited and surprised. They uttered waves of exclamation, clapped their hands and looked at the old monk with eyes full of envy.
"Little donor, are you willing?" the old monk looked at the young man named Zhang Changfeng and asked.
Although the young man is more mature than other children, he is also full of desire for the legendary immortals and magic, but he seems to have some concerns in his heart, so he hesitates: "If you can join the immortal sect, the disciple is naturally willing, but...the family still has
Parents, you must tell me that you agree to it."
"It doesn't matter, little benefactor, just take the poor monk to see your parents, and I will convince them."
When the old monk saw that the young man had agreed, his old face was as bright as a smile, as if all the happiness of the past ten years had been gathered at this moment.
The Zhang family lived at the end of the village, so they were not far from the Pocao Temple. After hearing the cause and effect, the simple peasant couple's faces immediately showed a complex look. They were obviously hesitant, so they excused themselves to the old monk, and the couple closed the door to discuss.
stand up.
"Master, what do you think about this?"
"Telling the truth is naturally a good thing, and being able to join the Immortal Sect is also a blessing for Changfeng. But...if it was the Qingyun Sect, I would have no problem with it, but it happened to be a Buddhist sect, and one would have to be ordained and become a monk!
When the child's own mother entrusted him to us, we couldn't let him die, right?"
"I'm worried about this too. You can't be a bad person. If the child's mother comes back in the future, we really can't explain it."
"But it's not like you don't know Changfeng's child's temper. No one can dissuade him from what he has decided. If the other mother comes back and finds out about it in the future, she will think that we have cut off the child's immortal fate.
That would be even more difficult to explain.”
"It doesn't work for the left, nor does it work for the right. We should still give people an explanation."
"Forget it, let the children make their own decisions."
"That's all it can do. I've also heard that Buddhist disciples can also return to secular life..."
………………
After the couple expressed their stance, there was no obstacle to becoming a master or a disciple.
That night the old monk took the young man back to the Pocao Temple to prepare for his ordination and naming. He seemed to be very nervous about this disciple and did not want to wait more than one night.
"As soon as you enter Buddhism, you are cut off from the world. The name Zhang Changfeng has become a thing of the past. The second generation of disciples of Tianyin Temple is the generation of Dharma. As my teacher, I give you the Dharma name Dharma Heart today. I hope you will understand your mind and see your nature as always."
"Disciples remember Master's teachings."
The old monk gently stroked the young man's head, and the strands of hair fell one by one. The young man's eyes were clear, and he had a feeling... It seemed like it was his natural destiny to worship at Tianyin Temple!
The sky is getting darker and the earth is gradually shrouded in darkness.
Late at night, two teenagers sat on the threshold of Caomiao Village and looked up at the stars.
"Brother, why do you want to go with the old monk? Isn't it good for the whole family to be together happily?"
"Of course that's good, but I don't belong here."
Zhang Xiaofan opened his eyes wide and said, "What do you mean, I don't understand!"
Faxin touched his little head and said with a smile: "You will understand in the future, take good care of your parents..."
At this time, there was a sudden thunderstorm, and all that could be seen was the wind and the remaining clouds, and black clouds rolled across the sky in an instant.
The storm is about to come, and there is a feeling of chilling.
After a moment, another bolt of lightning cracked through the sky, and the small grass temple standing alone in the wind lit up. The old monk did not know when he was standing at the door of the temple, blocking the two young men behind him, with a serious face.
Looking up at the sky, his eyebrows furrowed more and more tightly.
In the village to the west, a black air had arisen at some point. It was as thick as black ink and was surging. The old monk stood in the grass temple and stared at the black air.
Suddenly, the black air swirled up and went straight out of the village, heading towards the Cao Temple. It was going very fast and was coming in the blink of an eye.
The three men, an old man, a young man and a young man, looked closely and saw a child among them. It was Lin Jingyu whom they had seen during the day.
The old monk's face darkened, and without any further hesitation, his skinny body rose up from the ground and plunged straight into the black air.
From an unknown place in the darkness, a slightly surprised voice came: "Huh?"
After several muffled sounds, the black air suddenly stopped and hovered over the Cao Temple. The old monk held Lin Jingyu under his ribs and slowly fell down, but a piece of his cassock had been torn off behind him.
With the faint light, Lin Jingyu's eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. He didn't know whether he was asleep or passed out.
The old monk put him down, looked up at the black air in the sky, and said: "Your Excellency has a profound Taoist teaching, why do you attack ignorant children, for fear of losing your identity?"
A hoarse voice came from the black air, saying: "Who are you to meddle in my business?"
As he spoke, the man in black hummed, held the sword in his hand, stepped on the Seven Stars, walked seven steps in a row, the long sword suddenly stabbed the sky, and muttered something:
"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder.
The splendid power of heaven, lead it with the sword!"
As soon as the words fell, dark clouds suddenly surged in the sky, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed from the edge of the black clouds. There was a chill in the sky and the earth, strong winds, and then a piece of terrifying thunder fell from the sky and fell on the man in black.
on the sword.
He shouted loudly, drew the sword technique with his left hand, and shook his wrist with all his strength. There was a thunder, and the terrifying electric light on the sword shot towards the Pocao Temple. Along the way, the vegetation, trees, bricks and stones were all shocked.
It flew up and left a deep blazing mark. The scene was like a doomsday punishment from heaven, which was extremely horrifying.
Faced with this, the two young men felt their hearts beating violently, as if all the blood in their bodies was flowing backwards in an instant, their limbs were weak and they could not breathe. Under the power of the huge thunder sword, they flew backwards involuntarily, and then
He was completely knocked unconscious by the violent shock!
"Is it true that this disaster is still doomed?"
Before Fa Xin fell into coma, the look in his eyes suddenly changed, and in his whisper, he seemed to let out an inaudible sigh.
