On September 20th, the autumn breeze brought coolness, and the sky was clear and clear in Chisong County.
Today is a good day. The girl Qiao Miaoqing who is following my brother Liu Yi has achieved a small level of swordsmanship and has entered the realm of city destruction.
The night was long, and today I suddenly found it difficult to fall asleep. I touched the rhubarb and erhuang that were snoring loudly next to me. I put on my clothes and sat in front of the door with a listless cicada sound. .
The clear clouds in Huangshan are covered with woolen hats, and the first moon is in the temple. Thousands of thoughts come from my heart.
My name is Yixian, and I am a young monk from Baima Temple.
I am a confused person, and I don’t know where my parents are. After I was born, I was like water without roots in this world, and I didn’t know where my hometown was.
As long as I can remember, Baima Temple has become my home. The master is my father and my mother, and Dahuang Erhuang and Erxian are brothers. The whole family is harmonious, happy and happy.
Ever since I was a child, Master Yichan treated me differently from others. He never forced me to do evening classes, practice Kung Fu, or practice Zen. He allowed me to do as I pleased. I could go out and play whenever I wanted, and I wanted to travel around the world. I asked Dahuang and Erhuang to accompany me on my journey.
Whenever I ask my master why he doesn't force me to meditate or do my homework, he always says to me with kind eyes, "Xiao Yixian has Buddha in his heart but no Buddha in his mouth. But many people have Buddha in their mouth but no Buddha in their heart. Life is long, It’s already very difficult to keep the Buddha in your heart, so why bother putting it in your mouth and putting it into action?”
I have asked the master this question hundreds of times, and he always answers like this. And every time I hear the answer, I will run away happily and tell everyone in White Horse Temple that I have Buddha in my heart.
Over time, I became an outlier in White Horse Temple. For some reason, everyone stayed away from me.
No one paid attention to me, and I ignored them. I lived like this without any restraint under the Qiyun Pagoda of White Horse Temple for ten years.
Of course, I still read a little bit. The thousands of volumes of Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are like my close friends. I read them again and again, and they are almost torn by me!
It is said that there is a great way in the book, but I have visited all the Tibetan Scripture Pavilions and still have not achieved Buddhahood. Gradually, I became a little disheartened.
On a quiet summer day, I accompanied my master to watch the stars at night. I was bored and asked him what his wish was. The master thought about it seriously for a long time and then said to me with a smile, "I don't want to build temples in Kyushu or Wuyue tree pagodas. But if you want the Buddha to point to Cangshan, the world will have a good autumn."
At that time, I was confused at first, but finally nodded seriously.
The next day, I secretly ran to the master's door, left a farewell letter, quietly left the White Horse Temple eastward, and began to go north to Qu and Bozhou. I wanted to go out and see for the master the wonderful autumn in the world. If the world After a few good autumns, I came back to seek Mahayana Buddhism from my master and returned to the human world.
However, my secret actions were not hidden from the master, and he easily found me who had already left the White Horse Temple.
The master did not retain me or take me forcibly back to the White Horse Temple. Instead, he sent Dahuang Erhuang and Xiao Erxian to me. He only left me the words "If you have anything to do, please write me often", and then went back to the temple on his own.
It seems that the master still can't bear to leave me. Ha ha!
I have traveled through mountains, through rivers, and through wind and rain. In my ascetic-like journey, I have been used to seeing the harsh conditions of the world. Among them, officials kill people, thieves kill officials, officials save thieves, thieves protect the people, and the people There are endless stories of harassing officials.
In the White Horse Temple, my senior brothers and I had enough to eat and drink all day long, and were free from the sufferings of the world. During our chat, they all said that the world was already a prosperous age. However, in Taihao City, I saw with my own eyes that a lonely old man had his room occupied. They are willing to starve to death, the maids of wealthy families will be executed if they do something wrong, the young master of a family orders a table full of delicacies for his pet dog, and the common people who offend the powerful will be dragged to a deserted place and killed. , farmers have been working hard for a year, but they are still forced to sleep in the open and suffer from the deep winter due to high taxes!
Master! Senior brothers! Come down the mountain and have a look!
For the powerful, this is the bright moon of autumn; for the common people, this is the eighteenth level of Shura hell!
I had no compassion, but no power to recover. I was helpless. The further north I went, the colder the weather became. The further north I went, the sadder I became. Feeling dejected, I found a place to live in the Lingyuan Mountains and named it Wanfo Mountain, he also wrote a letter to his master, agreeing that after this trip, he would never leave the world again and devote himself to Buddhism. If he did not achieve great achievements, he would live in seclusion in Baima Temple. If he achieved Mahayana Buddhism in his lifetime, he would leave the mountain and enter the world to save all sentient beings.
My heart is filled with sadness. Is there any limit to the sky?
I feel sad in my heart, does the Buddha know?
I don’t know whether the little red-feathered golden eagle delivered the letter, but I waited for a beam of light!
When Grandpa Dongfang, Brother Shichen, Liu Yi, and Dongfang Yu appeared in front of me, I suddenly realized: the master named me, perhaps because he wanted me to show off his greatness one day. Virtue, one can become a Buddha instantly.
Even if the world is plunged into darkness and never recovers, I will still be the last ray of Buddha's light! ——Yixian
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After Grandpa Dongfang died, I felt sad and angry, so I bid farewell to Liu Yi and once again set foot on my own Xiongguan Road.
I have always heard that the negative energy in the border area is the most severe, so I decided to make the last stop of my trip in the northern border of Han Dynasty. I walked and stopped all the way, and finally arrived at Huxiao County in the northern border of Bozhou.
In the northern border of Bozhou, Huxiao Sunjiang, Huxiao County and Sunjiang County are two major counties directly bordering the Great Qinnan Zhudao. In the Han Dynasty, everyone from the elderly to children knew the importance of these two counties. Sunjiang County stationed two counties. The army has 60,000 troops with armor, and the three armies stationed in Huxiao County have 90,000 troops with 90,000 troops. The army of 150,000 is stationed inside and outside the Great Wall, resisting the Qin Dynasty in the north for forty years.
Speaking of Huxiao County where I am temporarily staying this time, I cannot avoid the famous Baihu Villa and Sifengzhou Family. The place where I stayed was the largest gang in Bozhou hidden in the dense forest. Baihu Villa.
The majestic and majestic power controlled Jiuzhou, and Xu Chuguo was as strong as a tiger.
Just because Meng Qijun came to see him, the world started to spread the tiger marquis.
According to rumors and historical research, Baihu Villa was built by Xu Zong, the grandson of Cao Weixiao general Xu Chu and Xu Zhongkang. At that time, when Cao Wei Zhenxi General Zhong Hui was fighting with the Shu Han army, he ordered Xu Yi, son of Xu Chu, to lead the way for the vanguard. When the horse fell on the bridge, Zhong Hui was furious. He ignored Xu Chu's achievements and beheaded him to frighten the generals.
After Xu Yi's death, his son Xu Zong succeeded to the title. A few years later, Wei died. Zong was unwilling to surrender to the Han Dynasty, so he joined the world and left the Han Dynasty. He built Baihu Villa in Bozhou, which was still the territory of the Huns at that time.
The reason why he was named Baihu was probably because his grandfather Xu Chu was known as the "tiger crazy"!
Baihu Villa is located in a 400-mile dense forest, so the forest is called Hulin. There is a tiger spring in the center of the tiger forest. Next to the tiger spring lives a tiger king, Chiyan. It is said that this spiritual animal has guarded a peerless secret for generations, and it is unknown to those who are not lucky enough to know it.
Baihu Villa is an out-and-out Jianghu sect. Its main income is from cultivating its own land, providing escorts for officials and merchants, and accepting large sums of money from Jianghu people. There are three major members of the gang: Xu Huo, Xu Yan, and Xu Yan. In the Elder's House headed by the elder, there is Xu Cheng, the owner of the village in the Tiandong realm, Xu Cheng also has an extremely fierce wife Liu Huan and an extremely fierce daughter Xu Yuanshu, plus three thousand gang members and nine thousand women and children, plus The geographical advantage brought by the dense forest is as powerful as an army.
Looking at the entire world of Northern Han Dynasty, there are not many people who can and dare to compete with Baihu Villa. It can even be said that there are no people.
In the Northern Xinjiang group, the reason why I came to Baihu Villa is not because the great Master Yixian wants to explore the secrets or learn martial arts with the Xu family, but because I want to escort him.
The thing entrusted to you is naturally yourself.
After all, Northern Xinjiang is no joke. The Qin and Han border armies have been at odds all year round, martial arts masters often appear, and wild beasts swarm. With my small body, I must find someone to protect me.
Based on this, Baihu Villa, which has both reputation and strength, has naturally become my first choice. If I can get the generous help of the owner Xu Cheng, I will have no worries on my trip north.
However, it is a matter of opinion whether Xu Cheng, the owner of Baihu Villa, can buy the reputation of my White Horse Temple.
The owner of the village, Xu Cheng, was an old man. When he saw me, a young Buddhist monk, he smiled honestly and asked me what I wanted. I said, "The young monk came from Baima Temple and traveled all the way to Quzhou and Bozhou. Now he is going to the north to save the innocent souls, but the young monk is incapable of writing, martial arts and strong assistants. He has always heard that Master Xu is a heroic and chivalrous man and worships every hero in Tiger Villa. Therefore, the young monk has the courage to come and want to I hope the owner of the village can help me a little bit."
I thought Xu Cheng would repay this set of flattery immediately, but unexpectedly, Xu Cheng burst out laughing and said, "Haha, it turns out he is a sacred monk from the White Horse Temple, the best place in the world. It's easy to say, easy to say! The owner of this village is determined to be The little holy monk will choose a good disciple to escort him all the way. Don't worry, he will earn a lot of money from Baihu Villa. The little holy monk has paid enough money to escort him, and I will ensure that the little holy monk is safe."
I felt ashamed and thought helplessly: It seems that this empty-handed trick is going to fail!
I grinned and rubbed my bald head, "Master Xu, I wonder how much it will cost?"
Xu Cheng smiled and held out three fingers, "The northern border is full of difficulties and dangers, and small-scale battles often occur. Life and death are unpredictable here, so I need to add more money to pay for the guards' accommodation, travel and other expenses. Get up and get three taels of gold!"
Three taels? I traveled from south to north and was penniless. Where did I get three taels of gold?
I thought sincerely, put my hands together, and said to Xu Cheng, "Amitabha, as a monk, I have nothing but the breeze on my sleeves. After returning, how about the young monk reciting a blessing sutra for the owner of the village?"
Xu Cheng said to me with a smile, "Haha! Little holy monk, from the people to the officials, and then from the officials to the people, my Xu family has always believed in benevolence, righteousness and strength, and strength is especially above benevolence and righteousness. Buddhism is pure, and I am used to it. The Xu family can't stand eating big fish and meat, and licking blood with the tip of a knife! If the little monk is short of money, why not go to another family?"
I suddenly fainted. When Xu Cheng saw that I stopped talking, he must have guessed something in his heart, and said to me with a smile, "The little holy monk has traveled thousands of miles to practice Zen and enlightenment. I am impressed. But I am waiting for you." We are also people in the world, and we have to support our families. The blood and sweat of my brothers cannot be wasted in vain. Please forgive me, little monk. It's better to do this. I will give you the profits I owe to the Tiger Villa and the money to protect you as you travel north. Travel is waived, the little monk only needs to pay me one gold and five silvers, and the rest is for my family’s expenses for guarding, no more!”
My clothes were shabby. When Xu Cheng saw that I still didn't speak, he immediately understood that I wanted to have a free lunch from him!
This is not possible!
Afterwards, Xu Cheng took a sip of tea and said to me, "Little holy monk, morality and justice come first among people in the world. Since the little holy monk is a Zen monk and disciple of the White Horse Temple, I will make a money-losing business. However, this favor The blame must be placed on White Horse Temple."
Use the favor of White Horse Temple in exchange for my safe trip to the north, no matter how much you think, you will lose!
My eyes were clear, I clasped my hands together, and said softly, "Thank you very much, Mr. Xu, for your kindness. The young monk in White Horse Temple is nothing more than a tree among all other living beings. Naturally, he cannot afford the Buddha sign of White Horse Temple, so I say goodbye!"
I gently fluttered my sleeves and stepped out of the door!
