Huixian likes Zhuquan Mountain.
The wind in the bamboo forest brings coolness, tranquility and peace of mind. I am used to hearing the rustling of bamboo leaves and drinking the sweet clear spring in the mountains. This is my home.
The stone road under their feet seems to have been laid two thousand years ago, maybe three thousand years ago. I can't remember clearly. The old and young people of Zhuquan Mountain carried stone stone one stone after another up the mountain. Each piece is very familiar. These are memories.
Seeing a few newly dug soil holes on the roadside, Lao Huixian felt that the bamboo rats in the mountains were a little obese.
As you climb the mountain step by step, you seem to have forgotten the golden auspicious clouds in the sky behind you. After turning a few turns and climbing up the rock steps, you will be on top of the swaying sea of emerald green bamboos.
Listen to the sound of the wind.
It's still the familiar Zhuquan Mountain. The swaying bamboo sea occasionally reveals the eaves of the ruined temple and the old and new tiles.
Zhuquan Temple was built brick by brick by Lao Huixian himself.
Digging soil to make roads and digging wells to get water.
Shabby and abject, it can't compare to the magnificent and magnificent temples, but it is quiet, peaceful and gives you more time to think.
Unfortunately, there are always many things disturbing the tranquility.
The evil ghosts of hell, and these golden...comrades in front of me?
Suddenly, a certain sound came from the golden clouds.
Moo~!
The Zhuquan Temple gang that was intercepted in the sky was hit hard. Except for the long-faced king, who looked serious, they all looked ugly and retreated involuntarily. Then, even if they were weak, they started to get angry. The snake demon boy pointed the tip of his knife at the opponent fiercely.
"Hi~! Kill them! Kill them all!"
Fortunately, Iron Ball stepped forward and hugged it, otherwise it would have rushed forward and risked its life because the opponent was provoking territory.
The angry little stone smashed the stone over without saying a word.
The stone with a little dirt on the surface turned around to draw a parabola, and then smashed into the golden clouds. Maybe the opponent was also stunned by this primitive attack method. There may be no precedent for throwing stones in the entire fairy world. He was stunned and didn't make any reaction.
The long-faced king's eyelids twitched, feeling that this small ruined temple was full of people who were different from ordinary people.
Old Huixian's expression remained unchanged and he waved.
"Come back, everyone."
The Zhuquan Temple gang remained vigilant and slowly retreated back to the top of the mountain.
The old monk Huixian stands in the middle. In front of him is a snake demon boy holding a knife. On the right is a small stone bending down to find a stone. On the left is an iron ball holding an ant's leg. Qing Ling is holding a blue sword behind him. On his shoulder There was a wine bug lying on it, and the tallest and most muscular king with a long face was on the other side with his arms folded.
A magical and unique combination, someone is an insect, a demon, and a god with a particularly long face.
The wind blew Old Huixian's eyebrows and beard swaying wildly. He clasped his hands together and looked at Yun Duo with helplessness and a little disappointment.
The golden luster emitted by the clouds spread towards Zhuquan Temple, but stopped in front of the mountain, making it difficult to advance.
The people in the small town at the foot of the mountain are extremely devout. They look at the sky and are ecstatic, kowtow, recount all kinds of good wishes, and pray for peace and prosperity.
And Zhuquan Mountain is still green.
The bamboo forest remains as it always is, without any trace of gold.
There seems to be a barrier in Zhuquan Mountain, preventing the golden light from penetrating.
The people in the town are still kneeling down to pray.
Suddenly, the golden cloud changed.
Several figures appeared in the thick golden auspicious clouds. They were very large and very oppressive. They had golden skin, golden robes, holy lotus pedestals, and solemn treasures. The people who were kneeling on the ground to pray were stunned for a moment and then suddenly became ecstatic, with their faces flushed and excited. chanting various pious languages.
In the clouds, the tallest golden Buddha's eyes were half-opened and half-closed. He saw the ruined temple in the bamboo forest and the strange combination on the top of the mountain.
Old Huixian took a few steps forward.
The tall golden Buddha and the old monk looked at each other.
The two sides appear to be polar opposites.
The golden Buddha is surrounded by the solemn light of the Buddha, dressed in golden robes, with flawless skin, and seems to be smiling but not smiling. The sky is filled with different Buddhas guarding it, looking down on all living beings from high above.
The old Huixian on the top of Zhuquan Mountain looked shabby and downcast.
Halfway up the mountain is the Zhuquan Temple with old bricks and tiles and grassy roofs. Part of the wall has collapsed and is covered with moss. The gate must be topped with pillars. There are several old houses with straw hats and raincoats hung on the walls. A few pieces of washed and dried clothes are used for other purposes. Dried vegetables strung on ropes for drying, various hatchets, hoes, axes, carpenter tools.
A few two-foot-tall bamboo shoots sprouted in the corner of the yard.
Old Huixian was even more shabby.
An old monk's robe that was washed white and covered with patches, and open-toed cloth shoes.
My skinny head was shaved half a month ago.
The old man with wrinkles may have eaten vegetarian food so often that his face has a vegetable color. His hands are stained with mud from working in the vegetable field, and his back is slightly hunched. He looks like an ordinary old man.
After careful consideration, Lao Huixian didn't ask any nonsense like where are you from.
It makes no sense if the other person's answer comes from the same place.
"Good, you guys..."
Before he finished speaking, the pebbles nearby threw stones again.
The stone, about the size of a bowl, whirled and flew into the sky. Of course, it would not cause any harm to the gods and Buddhas, but it clearly showed that the small stone wanted to fight. Whether it could be beaten or not was not mentioned. If you don't have any hard thoughts, then it's really over.
Perhaps there was a moment when he wondered why he was throwing stones and fighting, and then he forgot about it.
Lao Huixian pretended not to see it.
"May I ask where you are going?"
Just ask where you are going, not why you are coming, and avoid nonsense.
Opposite, the extremely tall gods and Buddhas also clasped their hands together, still smiling but not smiling.
The sound that comes out of the mouth is like thunder and spring breeze, it seems to be heard and it seems to appear in the soul.
"Sufferings in the world are caused by evil spirits. I teach compassion and should save the suffering. I am here to save the evil dragon and practice my teachings to correct the evil."
"Um?"
In an instant, the way the Zhuquan Temple gang looked at them changed, and their murderous intent increased sharply. This matter is not over yet!
There is only one dragon in the world, and almost all of our closest relatives and friends from the same country have slandered him and turned him into an evil dragon! Many forces in the world know that Zhuquan Temple has a close relationship with Bailong. If you say this to your face, you obviously don't take Zhuquan Temple seriously!
Iron Ball was holding two scimitars and wanted to rush forward immediately. Qing Ling was so angry that he showed some characteristics of a snake demon. This scene made the gods and Buddhas in the sky even more contemptuous.
Old monk Huixian seemed to have known about it for a long time and was not surprised. The disappointment in his eyes was even stronger.
Instead of arguing that the theory is meaningless, Lao Huixian cannot use words to dissuade these gods and Buddhas. Mortals may care about ideas. At this point, only benefits are eternal.
The confrontation continues.
The people who were kowtowing and praying on the ground did not know the true meaning.
I stayed here because I thought the gods and Buddhas were merciful.
In fact, the gods and Buddhas above the clouds also thought about going around or flying directly over, but they always felt that the ruined temple and the shabby old monk in the middle of the mountain were weird. They seemed ordinary to the extreme, but there was an indescribable pressure on them.
The two sides are confronting each other. One side is tall and has a huge body shrouded in golden light, while the other side has people and demons guarding the green hills.
Old Huixian turned to look at the battlefield between gods and demons.
The dragon-shaped aura is still high in fighting spirit, and the bloody killings on the battlefield dye the sky with a layer of blood.
Then look at the tall golden Buddha high above.
"When you turn around, you'll find the shore. Just retreat."
Suddenly, the other party burst into laughter.
In the eyes of gods and Buddhas all over the sky, Lao Huixian is just an ordinary old monk.
Huixian was not angry at the ridicule, but could not hide his disappointment and recalled the past to himself.
"Back then, I became a monk and escaped into Buddhist Buddhism. I devoted myself to practicing Buddhism and realized emptiness. I understood what letting go is, and I also understood good and evil in a moment."
After a pause, he continued.
"Later, I slowly realized the truth. Cultivating oneself is the way to practice, and cultivating others, haha."
