A long box fell out of the torn robe.
Po Broom's expression changed greatly, and he wanted to rush over, but he was frightened by the monster's tail hook and did not dare to rush.
When the Five Flavors saw the box, they released their handprints on the spot. The monster regained its freedom, turned around and let out a long scream towards the broken broom, and the strong stench flowed through the attic like a strong wind.
It tried its best to speak clearly: "Ruthless...unjust..."
After saying that, it rushed upwards and broke through the roof of the attic. The heavy rain poured in suddenly. Looking up, the broken shoe saw a long figure twisting in the air, with legs on both sides and a red head. The light was dimly visible in the rainy night.
Soon, the monster got into the dark clouds and disappeared without a trace.
When Po Lu turned around, he saw that Wu Weiwei had opened the long box, took out the scroll, and unfolded it carefully.
The more he unfolded it, the gloomier his face became, and he murmured: "There is only one left..."
He glared at Broken Broom with cold eyes: "You have controlled them. I said, they are not something you can control casually."
Broken Broom hesitated: "I'm sorry, the dragons won't come back, so I had to let them out one by one... But at least I left one behind!"
"So you're going to cooperate with the centipede spirit and let it help with rainfall?"
"Then...it found me!"
"I don't want to know your story, I'm not interested at all." Wu Weiren looked down at the black dragon swimming on the paper and sighed: "I finally begged Wu Daozi to draw it for me, but now it's incomplete If it’s not complete, what’s the point?”
Wu Weiren thought for a moment and suddenly pulled the scroll completely open. The black dragon rushed out with a bang, and it turned out to be a small, flat dragon. The Five Flavors said: "I will give you one last instruction, and then you will be free."
He held the finger formula in his hand, muttered something in his mouth, and then said "Go!" The black dragon immediately rushed up, passed through the hole in the roof, and flew to the sky.
Broken Broom was dumbfounded and watched the black dragon fly away.
"Let's go." Wu Weiren picked up the broken arm, turned over and jumped out of the broken window, and in a blink of an eye, he was back at Shifang Hall.
There was a buzz of people outside the main hall. They heard a loud noise above the main hall and saw a window in the attic flying out. Everyone was shocked and confused. Some people ran to the spiral staircase next to the main hall in an attempt to climb the stairs.
When Yankong and Yunkong saw their master coming back, they rushed forward to greet him, but Master Polu just looked up at the sky blankly, and they also looked over together.
During the heavy rain, a water column appeared, rushing straight from the clouds to Ziyi Pavilion. The force of the water column broke through the attic, and the roof, body and windows were all reduced to pieces.
The water column continued to hit the main hall, breaking through the roof tiles. A big hole opened in the roof of the main hall. The water column rushed directly into the main hall, breaking through the floor tiles, overturning the tables and chairs, and the ground suddenly turned into a swamp.
"Oh my god, what on earth have you done?" Polu turned around and asked Wu Weiren, only to find that he was already gone.
They looked around but couldn't find anyone with five flavors.
"Where's Taoist priest Pingshui?"
"Master, his name is not Pingshui Taoist," Yankong told Po Lu, "Uncle Master just now said that his real name is Wu Weiren."
"Is the five flavors human?" Po Lu murmured.
"Master," Yun Kong pulled at the sleeves of his ragged shoes, "the food is cold, please eat your fill quickly."
Po Lu nodded and sat down to eat.
That night, there was a lot of noise in Shangqingdong Tiangong.
The three masters and apprentices slept in Shifang Hall for one night, and when they left the next morning, no one had time to pay attention to them.
They walked for a long time, returned to the river port, and found the cargo ship that had brought them there.
The owner of the cargo ship was quite surprised: "Why are you back so soon?" He then thought about it and said, "Okay, today we have finished loading and unloading the cargo, and we will go to Shaoguan tomorrow. Will you go?"
"Where is Shaoguan?" Yankong asked.
"In a village not far away, there is the golden body of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng. I want to visit it and pay homage."
"The Sixth Patriarch was a very powerful person in Zen Buddhism," Po Lu lowered his head and explained to Yun Kong, "It is said that he did not transform even after death, so he was made into a golden body."
"Master, I want to take a look."
"OK."
Since leaving the Shangqing Cave Heavenly Palace, masters and apprentices such as Polu, Yankong, and Yunkong have traveled through famous mountains and temples, visited many Taoist priests, and finally arrived at the foot of a mountain in Huainan.
"There is a temple on the mountain, let's go and stay overnight." Polu said.
Yankong was a little surprised: "There was a Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain just now, and why do we Taoist priests want to stay in a Buddhist temple?" Although he questioned, he still followed his master up the mountain.
Po Lu touched the head of Yun Kong who was walking beside him: "The Buddhist temple has many books. I want to impart a lot of knowledge to Yun Kong. If you have books, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
It has passed the Beginning of Autumn, and fog has gradually formed in the mountains in the afternoon, obscuring the sight, making it difficult to judge distance, and the surrounding air is getting colder. Yankong still feels strange: there are so many Buddhist temples in the plains at the foot of the mountain, why do they have to pick one? A place with difficult roads and hidden dangers?
As if he knew his apprentice's doubts, Polu said: "The Yinshan Temple I'm going to take you to has a book collection history of hundreds of years. It not only contains Han bamboo slips and silk scrolls, but also hand-written manuscripts. I also collected a lot of woodblock printed books.”
After saying this, Iwakora also became interested: "Printed copies? Those are very expensive."
“Thanks to printed copies, many books that are not widely circulated are now easier to obtain.”
Iwakora is looking forward to it. When he was young, he went to school, became a scholar, and went to the temple to copy the books he wanted. But at that time, he only focused on the books needed for the exam. Today, he can finally make up for the shortcomings of the past and read a lot. Book.
"The abbot of the temple is my good friend." Po Lu said this, and Yankong suddenly realized, "His Buddhist name is 'Deng Xin', and I have known him for decades." Po Lu added.
"This abbot named 'Deng Xin' must be an extraordinary person." Iwakong said.
Po Lu was startled for a moment and looked at Yan Kong: "The abbot of Yinshan Temple is not called Deng Xin."
This time it was Iwakora who was surprised.
Polu tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "I guess it was because I spoke incorrectly just now, and that's why you misunderstood... I've been thinking about something."
"What's on your mind, master?" Yankong asked curiously.
"The purpose of my trip is mostly for Yunkong." He patted Yunkong's shoulder, but Yunkong still didn't say a word and continued walking up the mountain.
Over the years, he has learned not to talk much, and even if he has something to say, he doesn't say much, giving people the impression of silence and melancholy.
It seems that a thirteen-year-old child should not be depressed.
Polu continued: "The abbot of Yinshan Temple is my young friend. His common name is Situ Pingding. He later became a monk and his Buddhist name is 'Denghuo'."
"Then 'Deng Xin' is another monk?"
Polu nodded and said, "Yes, but he is a crazy idiot all day long."
"How can a madman become a monk?"
"He is the twin brother of the light."
Iwakora was really surprised this time. The beginning of this story doesn't seem like there should be too much of a surprise.
"Dengxin is the elder brother and Denghuo is the younger brother. They are both young masters of the Situ family. They were born on the same day. One is named Situ Pingding, and the other has no name at all."
"Why?"
"As soon as he was born, Wen Po saw that he was an idiot, and his servant master wanted to throw him away without thinking. But it was only after the second child was born that he changed his mind.
"The second one, the lamplight, cried non-stop as soon as he was born, but as soon as the idiot brother was taken out, he became silent. As soon as he was brought back in, he started crying again. The old man knew that there was something wrong. Strange, so he left him.
"Later, it turned out that the old man's idea was proved. Without the wick, the lamp would not be able to function at all. Without the wick, the lamp would be an idiot. He could only sit around and not know how to talk. He could not even eat."
"You can't light a lamp without a lamp wick, so they took this name?" Yankong asked.
"That's right."
"What does that have to do with Yunkong?"
"I want to open the heavenly eye for Yunkong," Po Lu said: "The air on the mountain is pure, and it is easier to have no distracting thoughts in the mind. If Yunkong practices hard there, he should be able to open the heavenly eye."
As they talked, they arrived at the gate of Yinshan Temple.
Yinshan Temple lives up to its name. When we were walking on the mountain road, we couldn't see any part of the temple among the winding mountain paths and mountain walls. Once the mountain gate suddenly appeared in front of us, we were shocked to realize that we had arrived.
