In two days, the secret market in the mirage realm rumored by the world is about to begin. On Qiankun Island, as far as the eye can see, there are monks everywhere like dogs, bustling with people. Some people know that they have no hope of entering the secret market because they have no way to camp.
token, I simply took this opportunity to set up a street stall, which was a head start and a worthwhile trip.
This monk is actually a human being, not to mention that for a long time, the road to heaven has been isolated, and the monk civilization has declined somewhat. As soon as these street stalls were set up one after another, Qiankun Island suddenly became noisy and crowded. Of course, if it is said to be noisy and crowded, it also falls within the category of those who
In the eyes of senior masters, it is not something that ordinary people like this author can speculate on. We, ordinary people, can only squeeze
I am used to big buses that look like sardine cans. After a long time, I no longer feel noisy and crowded, but feel it is appropriate, especially in the hot summer. The person who picked me up in the special car, listening to the noise and seeing the long queue on the road, naturally sighed.
The road is too crowded and too noisy. But these are the feelings of ordinary people. One word is vulgar; another word is low.
Those real senior experts feel crowded and noisy when they see someone in front of them. Some people say that this is the exclusive channel for VIPs. Wrong! Big mistake! Those senior experts are not only arrogant, but also aware of the crowd.
To be quiet and elegant, there is not even a breath, not even a taste. This is a feeling, a feeling that is difficult to describe but true.
However, when Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe woke up again, they realized that their injuries were no longer serious. Needless to say, it must have been the strange green robe who came to help. The two bowed to Kong San as a token of their gratitude. Then, the two
The man meditated for several more hours and saw the sun above his head, red as if drunk, sinking to the west. The two of them got up in a hurry and hurried towards the densely populated place.
After walking for dozens of miles, I saw that a street stall night market had opened early and was prosperous and lively. Groups of monks could be seen everywhere, wandering around, but they behaved very elegantly and spoke in a low voice. Lu Pingshan
, Zhao Qiuhe, seeing this situation, couldn't help but take a deep breath, straightened their clothes, and slowed down.
The two of them, relying on the brilliance of the stars, followed the quiet flow of people, and passed by the many stalls competing for their beauty. Occasionally, they stopped and stepped forward to ask, but then turned away, but they were very short of money.
To eliminate anger, in Jiming Temple, in front of many disciples of the sect, I turned my hands into clouds and turned my hands into rain,
He casually framed the two men and conspired to collude with the East China Sea Monster. For a time, all the former sects became enemies and fought each other with swords. Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe fought to the death. Fortunately, several close friends and confidants rescued each other with death, and finally escaped to Qixia.
Going to the temple, at the moment of life and death, in a hurry, is no less than purifying yourself and leaving home.
This scene, not to mention monks, even ordinary people can see through it at a glance. What's more, it will fall into the eyes of a caring person!
When Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe experienced countless rolls of eyes and silent indifference, they stood in front of an inn, hesitating, hesitating, and wandering. Not long after they arrived in Lushan, they experienced many robberies and killings. The two of them already knew
, with their cultivation, if they sleep in the open at will, I'm afraid there will be two more unjust ghosts in the sea of clouds in Mount Lu tomorrow.
At this time, a boy rushed out of the inn, came to the two of them in a few steps, and asked with a smile, "You two guests, do you want to stay in the hotel?" Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe looked at each other and couldn't help but ask
He said, "I want to stay here for one night, but I don't know how one room counts?"
The waiter looked at Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe and said, "You two must be from the Buddhist sect. They are so predestined that for the price of one room and one night, they will receive a Luo Han Guo from Lianfa Peak in Lushan Mountain."
Lushan Mountain? Lianfa Peak? Luo Han Guo? Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe were dumbfounded: It sounds so grand! But when I was at Lushan Lianfa Peak, why didn’t I hear of any Luo Han Guo like this?
baby?
The boy saw that their expressions were stagnant. Although they were neither sad nor happy, they clearly showed a trace of poverty. He then raised his head, his nostrils pointing to the sky, and said no more words.
Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe, after descending from Lushan Mountain and defecting to Yingtian Mansion, served in the army many times. When they saw a mere boy acting like this, they couldn't help but widen their eyes with anger, their eyebrows were like knives, and they were filled with murderous intent.
The air filled the air. The young man was startled, took a step back, pointed at the plaque of his inn above his head, and scolded, "Where did these blind cultivators come from? They are full of evil aura, and they actually want to run wild in my Longmen Inn?!
"
This scolding had no aura. After Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe heard it, they couldn't help but lose all their momentum. They raised their heads and looked at the aura-like, shining golden plaque. Their whole bodies slumped, and their mouths were half-opened.
, but there is no answer.
After a while, the two turned around and walked away slowly.
At this moment, a young monk suddenly jumped out of the darkness and stood in front of Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe. He pointed at the four words "Longmen Inn" with powerful aura and golden light, and glared at the arrogant young man.
Si, scolded, "A dog relies on human power!"
At this moment, Wuxu, who was sitting quietly in the guest room, suddenly received a message from the spiritual consciousness of Master Baoyin, the incarnation of Pasiba Dharma Realm next door, "Wuxu, there is a Buddhist disciple of mine outside the store, and he is in danger from evil people."
Wuxu was startled, and his followers stood up and flew out.
High in the night sky, Wuxu hid his body and aura, and then he was startled again. He recognized Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe. At the same time, he also saw the young monk standing in front of Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe, scolding the young man.
The scene is clearly visible.
Outside the Longmen Inn, the monks had already gathered around. These people were all watching the fun. When these people saw the young monk, he was upright and high-spirited, with fingers like swords, pointing at the Longmen Inn, and his voice was like thunder, and he shouted
Zha Fengyun couldn't help but perked up and thought to himself, there's something good to watch! Unexpectedly, when the young man's face turned pale and he kept retreating, the brave and heroic appearance of the young monk with his raised eyebrows and sword unsheathed seemed to be frozen there.
Amitabha! A Buddha's chant rang out, and in the suddenly silent night sky, Wuxu slowly appeared. His hands had not been clasped together, and he spread them apart, looking at Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe quietly.
"Wuxu!" A burst of earth-shattering cries sounded. Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe burst into tears.
Wuxu couldn't help but hurriedly flew down, supporting the two of them, only to feel that his left and right hands were tightly grasped by Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe, shaking them hard. He sighed inexplicably in his heart, and was about to comfort them with gentle words, but heard the two people mourning.
cried.
"Senior Brother Chen, his death was unclear."
"Destroy your anger. He doesn't care about the friendship between the same sect, and framed us for apostasy."
"Senior Brother Wang Chuanfa died tragically in the Main Hall of Jiming Temple."
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I burst into tears, weeping and complaining.
Wuxu thought of the endless apricot blossoms he saw in the early morning when he fell into trance, flying all over the sky, and suddenly turned into skulls. Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe grabbed his hands tightly, shaking him to and fro, as if he had epilepsy.
It's just like showing off.
"Wuxu? Is it the Wuxu who was previously beaten into the Demon Prisoner Peak by Master Pasiba and Master Yuanfa?"
"Hush! I am a monk from the Lamaist Dharma Realm!"
"It is said that he is now the only successor of Hualien Miaofa Sect in Lushan Mountain. According to Yuanfa, he presides over the affairs of Lianfa Peak."
Some of the monks who were watching quietly retreated.
At this time, Wuxu already knew the general outline of the matter from the intermittent words of Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe. He also thought that Liu Bowen came with a wooden coffin a few days ago, and that Guo Minshen's aura of death in the wooden coffin was like that of his own Dharma Realm and Nirvana.
of injuries
, and then he remembered the day when he flew over Jiming Temple and Shi Hai practiced his miraculous skills. He also thought about the day when he suggested that Hualien Miaofa Sect hold a sect ceremony at Jiming Temple, Guo Min made rude remarks, and Shi Hai Yinren took action.
, ten fingers like swords..
Relic! Is there anything else Wuxu doesn’t understand?
According to rumors, when the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea invaded the Central Plains, many monks from Tianwaitian were ordered to go down to Mount Lu. Liu Bowen and Guo Min from Haoran Peak arrived at Yingtian Mansion. At the banquet where Zhu Yuanzhang was receiving the wind and washing his dust in the Qinhuai River, Guo Min first ridiculed the White Lotus Sect, and then
They fought again and knocked Shi Hai into the water, vomiting blood and fled.
And that day, Shi Hai clasped his hands together and asked his sect, "What if it's Guo Min or Zhao Tong?" He was almost speechless and said "so so" with tears in his eyes.
"Relics, the color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color... Relics, these are the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, not stained or pure, neither increasing nor decreasing." After realizing the emptiness, he could not help but recite "Prajnaparamita" in a sad voice.
"Multiple Heart Sutra".
When Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe heard Wuxu reciting the scriptures, they couldn't help crying and clasping their hands together, but they couldn't help but burst into tears.
The waiter at the Longmen Inn moved at this time. From a distance, he said to Wuxu and the others, "It turns out to be Master Wuxu from Lianfa Peak in Lushan Mountain. I, this junior, have no eyesight. Please."
Before he finished speaking, Wuxu turned sideways, clasped his hands with a sad look on his face, and faced the young monk who was stunned and looked like a stone statue, "Donor Han, it's hard for you to be so considerate tonight." What happened tonight was entirely the result of Han Shuang's complicity.
The boys at the inn are joining forces to make a plan, and they still don’t understand the truth?
That young monk was none other than Han Shuang. Wuxu had just appeared, and Han Shuang had already noticed that Wuxu was the man who almost took his life in the corridor of the inn last night. At this moment tonight, when he learned that it was Wuxu, he couldn't help but secretly complain.
I just received Taoist Master Xuanji
They finally discovered Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe, so they teamed up with the inn boy and set up this series of schemes. Under all kinds of humiliation, they tried to recruit the two of them as Xuanyingmen's dead men, but they didn't expect that these two people actually
And such an identity and origin!
However, Taoist Master Xuanji Qian warned and warned that the affairs of the Xuanying Sect must not be leaked. In the presence of a large public, Han Shuang had no choice but to bite the bullet and face Wuxu's inquiry about hidden murderous intentions. He could only clasp his palms together and respectfully
He said in a loud voice, "Han Shuang, please see Master Wuxu from the throne of the Holy Lady of Prisoner Demon Peak."
Wuxu smiled. This Han Shuang is a member of Xuanjizi. What happened tonight was probably because he was looking for cannon fodder for the dead soldiers of Xuanyingmen under Xuanjizi’s order, and the matter of Xuanyingmen was proposed by himself.
Because of this cause and effect, how could I not give in to others? Unexpectedly, Han Shuang claimed to be under the throne of the Holy Lady of Prisoner Demon Peak, and brought up Zhao Tong's name.
Wuxu stood there quietly, looked around with a smile, clasped his palms together and said, "Dear donors, we are destined to meet each other tonight. The young monk and others are penniless and helpless, but they want you to give alms." At the end of the sentence, unexpectedly,
He laughed softly.
The monks who were watching were suddenly startled. They hesitated and stretched their hands into their arms, as if they wanted to give alms. But seeing this, they turned around again, faced Han Shuang, and said with a smile and tears, "
Donor Han, since you have seen injustice on the road, why not take action and pay the room fees for my two senior brothers? "
Han Shuang quickly escaped from a jade bottle and sent it to Wuxu. Seeing that Wuxu was motionless and his expression remained unchanged, his hands were still clasped together, and the inexplicable smile bloomed horribly in the night, he hurriedly threw the jade bottle to Wuxu at this moment.
The inn boy, who was about to turn to stone, then fled away quickly like a frightened bird.
As soon as he moved, the monks around him receded like the night tide. In an instant, only Wuxu, Lu Pingshan, Zhao Qiuhe, and the one who was kneeling on the ground holding the jade bottle in his hand were left outside the Longmen Inn.
Inn boy.
Wuxu glanced at the boy, and then said to Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe, "You have just recovered from serious injuries, so go to rest first. I already know the matter of Jiming Temple. It is right and wrong, and we need to think about it in the long term."
Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe seemed to be frightened by Wuxu's strange behavior and had already stopped crying. At this moment, after hearing Wuxu's words, they all nodded mechanically and silently followed Wuxu into the inn.
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There was no wind or rain tonight. Wuxu walked silently on the corridor from the restaurant in front to the guest room in the back. The moonlight was unavoidable and hit his face mercilessly. It was so cold and snow-white.
Shi Hai, even if you want to revitalize the sect, even if you are beaten by Guo Min until you fall into the water and vomit blood, even if you want the relics to practice miraculous skills, how can you treat your fellow disciples like this! Is this really what you want?
At this moment, as an inner disciple of Hualien Miaofa Sect at Lianfa Peak in Mount Lu, what tricks can you pull off under the eyes of many true spiritual masters?
Feeling various threats, he proposed to Xuan Jizi and Liu Bowen to rebuild the Xuanying Gate in Lushan and set up an assassination black market. Unexpectedly, the first people to be robbed were Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe. Could it be that he had done something wrong? What happened next?
Cause and effect, how do you face it?
Tonight, Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe were almost tricked by Han Shuang. First, one of them was humiliated in every possible way, and then the other jumped out and pretended to be a good guy. In this way, they were finally introduced to the Xuanying Sect and became assassins and even death warriors.
Even cannon fodder...
Although he did not succeed, the cause and effect of such a move can be attributed to himself. What is the difference between himself and senior brother Shi Hai? What virtues and abilities do I have that I can hate and despise him?
Going a step further, are you, Shi Hai, so-called blinded by hatred and have entered the devil's way? Or is this the way of this world, and this is the only way?
..
Walking to his guest room, Wuxu turned around, raised his hand, and signaled Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe to go in. After the two of them entered, Wuxu turned around again. The evening breeze blew, the moonlight was bright and quiet.
Wuxu stood in the bright moonlight, silent, with thousands of knots in his heart, unable to rest at peace.
Wuxu raised his head to look at the moon. The moonlight was like water. Wuxu lowered his head and counted the beads, which were round and round.
Suddenly, Wuxu saw that between his hands, the Vajra Secret Cause of Life and Death Buddha beads seemed to have an extra one, glowing dimly under the cold moonlight.
Wuxu wiped his eyes and looked again, and the Buddha beads disappeared.
It turned out to be one of my own tears.
"Amitabha, how good it is!" Immediately after realizing the truth, he recited, "Trouble is Bodhi. The World Honored One entered the world due to a major cause and condition, and when he saw that all sentient beings were suffering, he shed tears silently."
Wuxu knelt down on the moist and cold ground, chanting incessantly. He held back his tears, but couldn't stop his tears from falling down.
As the saying goes
Walking in the dark after narrowly escaping death, he groaned in secret at the unwarranted insult.
Even if troubles are like enlightenment, when enlightened, looking at the moon brings tears like rain.