The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The Lhasa River meanders to the west, and its water is as clear as a spiritual spring given by God. It is in sharp contrast with the undulating bare gray-yellow mountains on both sides.

The China-Nepal Highway is built along the river. There are few vehicles. A few hikers are walking slowly along the road. Occasionally, vehicles speed past them, carrying the clear and whistling mountain breeze.

"Hey, look there's a monk over there." A hiker pointed ahead, where on the river bank, a monk wearing orange robes sat cross-legged on a rock on the river beach.

Monks are highly respected in this sacred land.

Many monks travel from far away places to make pilgrimages, and some even spend their entire lives completing this sacred journey by kowtowing step by step.

These pilgrims often carry no luggage and rely solely on the charity of passers-by along the way.

The hikers walked to the river beach, unloaded their bags and started camping.

"Master, we have vegetarian meals here. Come and eat some." The hiker walked towards the monk and said respectfully.

However, the monk remained motionless, as if he had entered meditation.

The hiker did not dare to disturb him, but he did not move away because he saw a strange little turtle on the beach in front of the monk.

This turtle has only three legs, no tail, its back is black, but its belly and legs are white.

Such a rare turtle makes hikers unable to stop moving forward.

"Look, what did I discover? A new species?" He took out his camera and prepared to take a photo. "This photo will definitely be featured in National Geographic."

Several other hikers looked over curiously.

But at this moment, the person who took the photo suddenly fell backwards and fell to the ground, as if he was frightened. He dropped his cell phone on the ground, put his hands on the ground, and kept retreating.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" his companion asked.

"There... there are ghosts!"

"Ghost? Where did the ghost come from?"

His companion quickly ran over and helped him up.

He pointed forward.

But there was nothing ahead, only a deserted beach soaked in shallow water, and even the little turtle was gone.

"No, this is not a ghost." The monk suddenly spoke, "This is Yaksha."

As the monk finished speaking, a black figure appeared in front of them.

But if you look closely, it's clearly a ghost instead of a human.

When that thing appeared, the sky that was bright just now suddenly became dark.

There was a creepy atmosphere in the air, as if it was the decay and despair accumulated over the years. A gust of cold wind passed by, and there was a hoarse laughter in the wind that made people's blood freeze, like metal friction, like the collective cry of countless resentful spirits.

The thing was smaller than a human, its skin was a dull rust color, and it was covered with cracks like dead tree bark. There is a pair of curved horns on its head, exuding a menacing aura. Its eyes were like an abyss, flashing with netherworld fire. Its mouth and face don't look like they match, as if they were randomly picked somewhere and mounted on it. The upper and lower lips are twisted and cannot be closed, revealing a pair of fangs as sharp as knives.

The hikers were terrified and screamed in fear. They were originally hikers who were good at hiking and running, but at this time, they either lost the courage to escape or lost their strength. Their western limbs became weak and they could not take a step forward.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

The monk stood up from the rock and walked towards them slowly, showing a kind face.

"Don't worry, this is not a ghost or a demon, this is Yaksha. You should have heard of it. It is one of the eight celestial dragons and a servant of the Buddha."

The monk's compassionate voice calmed the hikers.

There was still horror on their faces, but they were no longer so scared.

"Really...really?"

"Of course it's true. Do you think I'm lying to you?"

"But...but I...we have never seen it before. How can something like Yaksha really exist?"

"You haven't seen the Buddha either. Do you believe in the existence of the Buddha?"

"Forehead……"

The hiker had no answer.

They are not believers of the Buddha, but they dare not say that the Buddha does not exist. People who can come to the Lhasa River for a walk have some respect for this sacred land.

What's more, Buddha can be a god, a belief, or even a realm that we pursue throughout our lives.

"I believe it," said a hiker.

"Very good." The monk nodded with satisfaction, "Since you believe in Buddha, you should believe in Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Heavenly Dragons, Yakshas, ​​Gandharvas..."

"But why does it appear here?"

"Because I am here." The monk said.

"You...you are...?"

"My name is Huihang, Hui Neng's Hui, Cihang's Hang. I am the Arhat in front of the Guanyin Seat and a walker in the purple bamboo forest. Ah, just now, did you want to give me a meal? Those who are willing to give have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. People, I am willing to help you overcome the sea of ​​suffering and gain liberation."

"Master, how can I be liberated?"

"Are you really willing to give alms to me?"

"Of course I do," said the hiker.

"Okay, okay, then donate your body to this Yaksha, and it will take you to the Lingshan Mountain."

After speaking, Huihang clasped his hands together and recited: "Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

The ugly shadow of Yaksha stretched out his hands and rushed forward.

Hikers saw that its fingers were slender and twisted, and the fingertips shone with an icy cold light, like a fresh soul that had just been stripped from a dead body.

At this moment, a white shadow flew out from Huihang's sleeves and shot towards Yaksha.

Yasha waved his hand and scratched, and the claw marks scratched the void.

Just as he was about to catch Bai Ying, a black shadow suddenly appeared next to Bai Ying, blocking Yasha's claw.

After a strange friction sound, the black shadow fell to the ground with a thud and rolled far away on the stone beach, but was blocked by rocks again.

Only then did the hiker see clearly that this was the little three-legged turtle just now.

And that white shadow is a pure white spiritual snake, as holy as the snow on the top of the mountain.

The turtle helped the white snake block Yaksha's blow, and the white snake took the opportunity to bite Yaksha's arm.

Yasha seemed to be in pain and screamed a few times. He shook his arm to shake the white snake away, but failed to shake it off several times, so he used his other hand to catch the snake.

The white snake was very flexible. It relaxed its mouth and disappeared in a flash. It appeared in the void behind Yaksha and opened its mouth to bite.

But Yasha's head seemed to be very flexible. His body didn't move, but his face turned behind him. His hands twisted behind their joints, and he grabbed the white snake in an incredible way. He picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.

"No, no!"

As soon as Huihang raised his hand, the white snake in Yaksha's hand disappeared and fell into the monk's hand.

Yasha seemed very dissatisfied and jumped angrily.

Huihang shook his head: "This snake is extraordinary. I can use it if you take it back, as well as this little turtle."

He stretched out his palm, and the turtle on the ground floated up and landed in his palm.

"You two little guys actually pretended to be dead all the way with me, and only now did you show your skills." Huihang said with a smile, "What a pity, you guys are not strong-minded, and you exposed yourselves in order to save these passers-by. Otherwise, , when I let my guard down, I might let you run away."

The white snake and the turtle struggled desperately, but they couldn't break free from the monk's hand. This hand seems to be infinitely big to them, and no matter how hard they crawl, they can't get out.

At this time, Yasha had already knocked down the hikers, salivating at the corners of his mouth, and started chewing them.