Just in the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds roared on the top of Fushan Mountain, and a sound like the roar of a dragon came, resounding throughout the world.
The current hour is still a little while before noon, but the entire Fushan Mountain is filled with golden light. Along with the strong wind, the entire Fushan Mountain is filled with a vast white mist.
Whether it is a monk heading towards the top of the mountain or a monk who has given up the last chance and headed down the mountain.
When the strong wind blew up, they all seemed to be in the fog, losing their direction and consciousness.
When they came back to their senses and woke up, they found that they had returned to the foot of Fushan, and it was impossible to enter again.
At the moment when the strong wind started, the Fushan Formation had quietly opened, sealing the way up the mountain so that no one could take a step forward.
Under the Fushan Mountain, countless monks looked up to the sky.
The sky was bright and sunny, but there were no clouds. Where did this strong wind come from?
As a result, many people speculated that the monks who went up the mountain to explore had offended the gods on the mountain, or that the legendary old turtle was angry.
Half a day ahead of schedule to end the three-day adventure.
While everyone was talking non-stop, someone pointed to the stone tablet at the entrance and said, "Oh my god, the next opening will be twenty years from now. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait."
There was no explanation on the stone tablet, only a line of small words: "Twenty years later, this mountain will be opened again."
Suddenly, many monks appeared at the entrance of the mountain, including powerful disciples from various sects, major prefectures and cities, and the imperial city.
As well as Yun Qingjiao and his party who were still fighting against Ximen Mengdie and Crow just now.
After everyone was talking in front of the mountain, when they saw the Fushan Formation opening, many monks turned their heads and headed towards Tianshui Town.
After all, after searching for nearly three days on the mountain, many people were injured after encountering the monster.
Right now I just want to find an inn and have a good rest for two days.
Yun Qingjiao looked at the dozen Zoroastrian disciples around her, sighed quietly, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the town to rest for two days."
"Saint, you are injured, please bandage the wound first before talking."
A female disciple came up and took out the medicine bag, tore off a silk scarf, looked at her and said softly: "We also picked a lot of elixirs, which is pretty good."
Yun Qingjiao sat on a stone by the roadside and asked her companions to bandage her wounds.
"Saint, now that we have been expelled, where has the traitor gone? And where is the crow?"
The man with a broken arm looked up into the void and said, "Is it possible that they know the old turtle on that mountain?"
A group of male and female disciples also looked at Yun Qingjiao, as if they wanted to confirm something from her mouth.
"I didn't know. Go back and tell the law enforcement elder about this."
Yun Qingjiao felt a lot of anger in her heart. She was injured for the first time since leaving the forest. Although the injury was not serious, it hurt her chest after all.
If she hadn't possessed the power of a dragon and had been a female disciple of the Zoroastrian Cult, she would have been killed by that girl with just one sword strike.
I was in terrible pain, so I didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the law enforcement elders.
After thinking about it, he said: "I will tell the leader about this. A law enforcement elder has an idea of a twelve-year-old girl. No wonder he is called shameless!"
When a group of male and female disciples heard this, they were all stunned.
I thought that only the saint would dare to say this, or the leader of the church. If it were them, even with three heads they would not dare to say a word!
It's one thing to know, but it's another thing to actually say it.
In just a moment, Yun Qingjiao applied the golden medicine.
After sitting at the foot of the mountain and waiting for another quarter of an hour, no one came down the mountain anymore. Then he hurriedly left with a group of male and female disciples and headed for Tianshui Town.
But at this time, Xiao Die'er and others arrived outside a cave in a fog.
Xiao Die'er, with her eyes closed, was curled up on a bamboo lounge chair. Crow was watching nervously beside her, and Hua Jiao was holding Pian Pian's hand and asking.
Towering outside the cave
There was a confused peacock lying on the old tree, communicating with an old man under the tree.
The crow who came back to his senses looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but raise his head and asked: "Sister Peacock, is this your home?"
Pianpian shook her head and replied for her: "No, this is where Grandpa Turtle lives."
Crow nodded, looked at Xiao Die'er who had bandaged the wound, and sighed softly.
Gai Huajiao smiled bitterly and said, "If master finds out, he will definitely scold me for not taking good care of my senior sister and junior sister."
Huajiao looked at Xiaodie'er's furrowed brows and felt panicked in her heart. However, she saw that Pianpian had calmed down, thinking that since there was a good god here, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He consoled her: "You can't blame me, senior brother. I can only say that that woman is too crazy."
Pianpian let go of Huajiao's hand, stepped forward and pulled the white-bearded old man in front of her and said, "Grandpa Turtle, Pianpian was almost killed by people from the Imperial City... You have to save sister Xiaodie'er. "
The old man touched her black hair and sighed leisurely.
He replied helplessly: "I told you a long time ago that you can't go to the imperial city in the Central Plains. People's hearts there are unpredictable. You just don't obey."
"This little girl is fine. The sword didn't hurt her vital parts. It will take a few days for her to heal. But this little crow, you are quite interesting!"
After hearing Pianpian's introduction, this was the first time the old man saw a monster that was unwilling to transform.
Crow curled his lips and replied: "I haven't had enough fun yet. If I become a human being, I won't be bullied by bad people like Pianpian."
Only then did the old man understand. He thought for a while and replied, "You are so lucky that you don't know how lucky you are. You haven't seen this little peacock wanting to talk every day."
Crow sighed and said with a smile: "I told her that when my husband goes to the East China Sea to visit, I can check it out for her. Maybe it will work."
In the midst of everyone's messy conversation, Crow and Huajiao understood that Pianpian, Peacock, and the old turtle on Fushan Mountain all came from the East China Sea.
The old man would come to Mount Fu to practice from time to time. When he was in a good mood, he would give people at the foot of the mountain an opportunity to seek enlightenment.
Unexpectedly, this time Pianpian was being chased by a saint from the Zoroastrian Cult. The angry old man waved his hand and drove all the monks who came to explore down the mountain.
In the words of the old man, Xiao Die'er was frightened, and there was a mysterious force in her body that sealed her blood and protected her.
With the old man's elixir, he will probably wake up tomorrow morning.
Crow also applied the gold wound medicine given by the old man, and was lying next to Xiao Die'er slowly recovering.
Huajiao looked at the old man and smiled bitterly: "Senior, my cultivation level is the worst. This is the first time we go out to play. If the master knew about it, he would definitely be heartbroken."
The old man smiled faintly: "How can you grow into a towering tree without going through wind and rain? These two little guys are very good, and so are you."
Pianpian smiled: "Grandpa Turtle, you have to help Sister Huajiao!"
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At this time, the peach and apricot flowers in Furong Town were already in full bloom on the hillside.
The streets under the mountain are filled with the rich fragrance of flowers, and many people plant peach and apricot trees in their backyards. This is the time of year when flowers are overflowing with fragrance.
The pavilion on the mountain has been topped off, and craftsmen are doing the final work.
The work that needs to be done by craftsmen inside and outside Yunqi Temple has come to an end.
A group of craftsmen invited from Wanping Town have also sculpted a new female Bodhisattva in the purple bamboo forest behind the Buddhas of the three generations.
The Ksitigarbha Buddha statue in the Drum Tower has been molded into a golden body, and even the incense table has been set up.
Next, the craftsmen will mold a few more golden bodies of Arhats in the main hall. In this way, Li Xiuyuan's instructions for their survival are half completed.
The seven-star formation finally connected to the pavilion, and Li Xiuyuan's idea was finally completed.
Gong Yangbo, an old man sitting in the living room, looked at the young man making tea with his bare hands in front of him and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He smiled slightly and said: "
Here, it's like changing into a different human world. Even the abandoned small temple has been transformed into an earth temple, which can be regarded as reusing old things. "
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "We masters and disciples are just passing by in this world. From now on, this will be the dojo where our seniors practice."
The old man was stunned when he heard the words and didn't understand for a moment.
Seeing this, Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to explain to him: "In the future, monks will come, whether they are traveling or can be abbots and masters. This Yunqi Temple can be used for their practice."
In Li Xiuyuan's words, the title deeds of all properties on the mountain, including the acres of land at the foot of the mountain, are guarded by the old man Gongyang Bo.
Wait until the old man is destined to ascend one day, and then slowly look for a successor.
After talking for a while, Li Xiuyuan continued to explain: "If the abbot of the temple is allowed to interfere, I am afraid that one day they will take advantage of it, forget the original intention of practice, buy temple property on a large scale, and endanger the villagers down the mountain..."
Whether it is spiritual practice or Buddhism, Li Xiuyuan sees it as a double-edged sword. If he is not careful, it will be like the temples he once saw in the Zhou Dynasty and Tang Dynasty.
"If it turns out to be a place that people hate, it would be better not to put in all the effort in the first place!"
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh quietly.
He spread his hands and said the words he had unintentionally said back then: "How can there be a double golden method in the world that will live up to the Buddha and the people at the foot of the mountain?"
When the old man heard this, he was speechless for a long time.
Back then, he had seen the small temple in full bloom, and he had even seen it become desolate day by day.
Thinking about what Li Xiuyuan said, he was silent for a long time before sighing: "So, do these villagers come up to worship the Bodhisattva, or do they worship themselves?"
After listening to Li Xiuyuan's words, the old man understood that the temples on the mountain were tall and majestic, but in the end they were built to bring salvation to the villagers down the mountain.
Let the villagers of Furong Town have a place to go after dinner and a place for their souls to rest.
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly and replied: "Buddha said that everyone in the world has Buddha nature and everyone can become a Buddha. In my opinion, there is not much difference between going up the mountain to worship the Bodhisattva and worshiping yourself in the guest house."
The old man was shocked when he heard this. If anyone else said this, he would definitely think it was a treasonous remark.
And he had seen the miracles that happened to the young man. After taking a closer look today, he sighed again and again and replied: "There are still some differences."
"The difference is, after I leave, if you are here, you are the Bodhisattva in their hearts."
Li Xiuyuan said seriously: "This is just the dojo in their hearts. As long as the abbot monks who practice here can think about the people below the mountain, they will believe..."
Li Xiuyuan poured the spiritual tea for the old man and said quietly: "This is called breaking doubts and creating trust."
"What a way to dispel doubts and create faith. It seems that both the world and the world are practices. If I can meet you in the mountains and forests, I will live my life in vain."
The old man sighed: "It seems that even if you become a monk and practice hard, you may not become a Buddha?"
Li Xiuyuan picked up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip of spring tea from Furong Town, and praised: "This is the taste of spring. Drink tea while it's hot."
The old man did not intend to become a monk and practice Buddhism, and Li Xiuyuan did not intend to talk too much to him.
In his opinion, as long as the old man manages the temple on the mountain with compassion, that is enough.
The old man drank a cup of spring tea quietly, thinking about Huajiao and others who had left, and couldn't help but ask: "When will those children come back?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied, "Let's wait until Xing'er is about to mature."
