The temple is quiet, with two futons and a pot of tea.
Outside the room, Xuanhuoma lay comfortably on the medicine field, watching the gurgling stream and enjoying the sunshine in the forest.
In the room, in front of Xu Yue, an old monk in yellow clothes sat cross-legged, holding a wooden fish and tapping it gently.
“Where do donors come from?”
"Coming from the south."
"Why did the donor come?"
"To save someone."
"Where does the donor want to go?"
"Go up the mountain."
The old monk asked several questions in succession, and Xu Yue answered them fluently.
The old monk in yellow slowly opened his cloudy eyes, looked at the young man across from him, and said: "I have been here in Yidi Mountain for several months. During this period, I have been farming and working, eating fast and chanting Buddha. Except for the personal visit of the Lord of Emperor Mountain, there has been no other visit." No outsider has ever found this place."
Da da da.
"Donor, you broke through the confusion and led the horse here. Are you looking for it intentionally, or are you going there accidentally?"
The old monk was knocking on the wooden fish, and his words seemed to have some kind of magic power, which made people feel at peace and wanted to have a long chat with him.
"What should I do if I come here intentionally?" Xu Yue asked with a smile.
"If the donor comes here intentionally, he must be concerned about my Buddha and wants to talk to me about Buddhism." The old monk replied.
"What if I don't intend to go there?" Xu Yue asked.
"If the donor has no intention of going there, he must have a predestined relationship with my Buddha. He must have been guided by some secret and should enter my door." The old monk replied again.
"No matter what happens when we co-author, I should be a monk, right?" Xu Yue sneered.
"Amitabha."
The old monk in yellow recited a sentence, lowered his eyes, and continued to knock the wooden fish in front of him.
Da da da.
There was obviously the sound of knocking, but the surrounding environment was even quieter. Along with the wisps of green smoke, this small temple seemed to have become a Buddhist holy place.
Xu Yue watched this scene quietly. While his heart was peaceful, he could also faintly see the Buddha's light shining.
Until a certain moment.
Boom!
Pangu's heart beat violently, the sound of wooden fish stopped, and the green smoke dissipated.
"well."
The old monk sighed, and his tone of compassion was touching.
"Don't bother, you can't touch my Taoist heart."
Xu Yue chuckled and looked at the tea cup in front of him. The Buddhist tea in it was fragrant and warm. There seemed to be bodhi leaves floating in the tea. The spiritual light overflowed and was refreshing.
Then, under the old monk's gaze, he picked up the tea and took a sip, without any of the elegance and leisure that tea tasting should have.
"Forget it, you bald donkeys are always very talkative. I won't argue with you. Let's be practical. This tea is only half left. I will leave after drinking it." Xu Yue reminded.
The monk in yellow looked at Xu Yue's teacup with a hint of helplessness in his old, muddy eyes.
He originally wanted to use the most authentic Buddhist teachings and the purest Buddhist sounds to influence Xu Yue, awaken the Buddha nature in his heart, and make him voluntarily convert to Buddhism.
Unexpectedly, the other party's Taoist heart was as strong as fine iron, so powerful that it could not be shaken at all.
"Everyone has Buddha nature in their hearts. If the donor finds his way back one day, he can come and find me." The old monk sighed again.
Xu Yue nodded and did not refuse. After all, if one day he is tired of work and tired of the worries of the world, he might actually go to this temple to spend the rest of his life.
The Buddha's teachings dispersed, and sunlight finally came in from the outside world, making the temple not as gloomy as before.
The old monk looked at Xu Yue, thought for a while, and asked slowly: "It is a special period in Yidi Mountain now. Ten thousand sects come to the meeting, but they have different ideas. I wonder which force the donor belongs to?"
"Me? I'm just a casual cultivator. I'm here to participate in the secret realm trial." Xu Yue replied.
Hearing this, the old monk in yellow paused for a moment, and then continued to beat the wooden fish. At the same time, he shook his head and said: "The donor is joking, how can you participate in the trial of the secret realm in the Tribulation Realm?"
Xu Yue smiled and didn't answer, feeling a bit enigmatic.
The two were silent for a moment, and then the old monk continued: "The person who implements it does not need to be so careful. Our Xianghuo Temple has always been neutral and will not favor any party."
"Do you think I will believe it?" Xu Yue said with disdain: "Your neutrality is only relative. If someone violates the interests of Xianghuo Temple or violates your so-called Buddhist rules, they will be classified as enemies. ?"
"That's salvation." The old monk corrected.
"Well, that's right, physical transcendence."
Xu Yue was sarcastic and did not want to argue on this issue, so he asked: "If, as you said, Xianghuo Temple has no position, then what are you doing here at Yidi Mountain?"
The temple was clean, and the old monk beat the wooden fish a little slower. He said slowly: "To be honest with the donor, I came here. First, I was invited by the Lord of Yidi Mountain to light an incense to ensure the smooth completion of the emperor's sacrifice." , in addition, more importantly..."
The old monk raised his head, and there was light looming in his originally cloudy eyes. Like blue smoke, it kept rising, dissipating, merging, and reuniting in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the old monk's body was also wrapped in a thin layer of halo, and the Buddha's light shone universally, descending on all lives.
"I used my temple's magic to get a little insight into the future, and I sensed that there would be a disaster during this emperor's sacrifice."
The old monk's expression became miserable, as if the Buddha was chanting sutras, and murmured: "If it is light, the Imperial Mountain will be destroyed, and the mountain will be destroyed, and people will die. If it is heavy, the Immortal Realm will be damaged, and millions of corpses will be buried."
The old monk sighed compassionately and lowered his head again. The light in his eyes disappeared, the green smoke disappeared, and the halo around him was all restrained, as if it had never appeared before, and the whole person returned to normal.
"That's why I came to Yidi Mountain and lived in seclusion here, hoping to find a way to break the situation. Unfortunately, several months passed with no results. It wasn't until I met the donor today that I saw a glimmer of hope."
Xu Yue listened to him silently, the expression on his face remained unchanged without any change.
"So, the donor just said that he came to save a person. Will saving this person make this place a river of blood?" The old monk asked the doubts in his heart.
He suspected that the blood and chaos he saw in the treasure technique was caused by the young man in front of him.
After all, he was indeed behind the opponent, vaguely seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
However, when he heard the question, Xu Yue, who was sitting opposite him, gave the answer almost without thinking.
"So what?"
Xu Yue put down the teacup, looked straight ahead, and said: "The person I rescue is naturally an important person in life. Anyone who dares to stand in his way will be killed."
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and Xu Yue kept staring at the old monk. The latter also stopped beating the wooden fish, and his rickety body straightened slightly.
"I observe the benefactor's character. He is not a bloodthirsty and murderous person. Why do you say this?" the old monk said in a deep voice.
"You know me very well?" Xu Yue sneered.
"I don't dare to take it seriously, but I did spy the scene behind the benefactor from the secret method of my temple." The old monk stood up and looked at Xu Yue with his eyes. This time, the blood was reflected in his eyes.
Xu Yue also stood up, kicked aside the futon under his seat, and sneered: "You want to see? Then I will let you see enough, and use your incense to take a good look at what is behind me."
