The Buddha Temple is not pure

Burning incense in front of the Buddha, Jinghuai still does not change his pious attitude.

Yue Weiyang pushed the door open and entered, breaking the tranquility of the Buddhist hall, Jing Huai frowned slightly, as if what came with her was not a violent storm, but a bloody storm.

"Master, I'm here to apologize." After saying that, she knelt behind him.

Jing Huai's tone was calm, and he said without haste: "The gift of the writer in Dongdu is not worthy of a poor monk." He didn't even turn his head, obviously out of resentment.

Yue Weiyang's eyes were sore, she couldn't kneel for a long time: "I'm sorry, I failed your good intentions."

On that day, the eyes of Sakyamuni Golden Buddha were stained with incense ash, and she shed tears. Seeing this, Jing Huai locked the temple gate, but he couldn't stand the deliberate arrangement of the ink pen in the hand of the writer. In the end, it still led to a tragedy, and two lives were buried in Mengjue Temple He is also responsible for accumulating sins when he becomes a Buddha.

"Duan Chengxiu shouldn't die."

Hearing this, Yue Weiyang was startled suddenly, it was the first time that Zhu'er interfered with her writing officer's affairs, although she mentioned some things in the past, but most of them were insinuations, she had never made a conclusion like this clearly.

"I know, but I'm worried..."

"Worried about Ji Luoyu? You came here today to ask for something."

Yue Weiyang didn't expect that the person who knew her best was the master: "That's right, Xie Chengxiu shouldn't die, but he has to die. I know that in two days, the merits and virtues will be consummated. I know that I have committed a lot of sins and I can't follow the Lord." My son is on the side of all the Buddhas, but the master cannot be without someone to follow..."

"You want to recommend Lord Yawang?" Jing Huai turned her head, looking calmly at her embarrassed expression.

But this time he guessed wrong.

"Mr. Yawang has been diligent and diligent for thousands of years, accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. There should be his incense seat beside the master. I think the Buddhas will not be displeased. The one I want to recommend is... Xue Suilan."

"What's the reason?"

"She was originally a lantern attendant, but because of some erroneous circumstances, the eighteenth generation became a disastrous concubine. body, but looking at the past, there are meager merits to speak of."

"continue."

Yue Weiyang stumbled and said: "If it wasn't for repaying her merits, Tianji Palace wouldn't have given her a marriage, but she really didn't care about Yu Liuqing, and she didn't hesitate to fight to the death. In my opinion, she has already lost her marriage line anyway. It’s better to let her go to bliss and become a Buddha together.”

Jing Huai clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and said, "You can talk about meager merit, but it's not enough to become a Buddha."

Yue Weiyang nodded: "I also know, so I ask the master to count my merits to her. After all, I have been writing for Dongdu for thousands of years, which not only damages my practice but also my life. Apart from atoning for the sins of the past, there are still some merits. of."

"Have you thought it through?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I can't be more clear."

Jing Huai knew her thoughts, and probably guessed her next move, but there was always nothing to do.

He turned around, leaning against the three thousand blue lanterns, and there seemed to be a golden light behind him. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and rested his palm on her forehead, and lowered the seal of Taoism and Buddha. Slowly flowing and overflowing, moistening things silently, like bathing in Buddha's light.

"Master?"

Jing Huai withdrew his hands, lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes: "I'm going to Asura Hell, and I will take care of myself."

The farewell words, just twelve words, made her burst into tears.

Yue Weiyang considers herself to be cold-hearted and cold-hearted, except for her stubbornness towards Xue Suilan, she has never experienced landslides and earth-shattering, but she does not know that she has nothing to think and no feelings to be calm. Department" show mercy.

Life and death in this world have never spared anyone.

Lord Yawang has been hiding for two days and two nights. He found a cave, which was not leaking, and stole a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Yue Weiyang's darkroom, and laid it out in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to write something. What, I just don't know where to start writing, and I will hate the book when I use it!

After two days and two nights of grinding, there was nothing left except for the three words "incrimination letter" at the beginning of the scroll.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he lost track of the time, and he didn't even notice that Longshou Peak broke into other people in the past two days.

No one knows what Ji Xuanzhen saw in Mengjue Temple after trekking all night, and no one knows whether he found Sao Yuxuan, but what is certain is that he never met Ji Luoyu, otherwise he would have been kidnapped a long time ago. came back.

Now he can't take care of that much, the rain is pouring continuously, the two rivers of Yiluo are swollen, and the eastern capital is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and most of them have been submerged. The attack was very swift and violent, unstoppable.

Suixikou used to be the gateway to the [-]-acre medicinal field of Ji’s family on Hancuidian, and he was most familiar with the terrain there. He knew that after passing Suixikou, Changpingpo could be reached, and Changpingpo couldn’t stop the torrents. The ten-mile long pavilion is on the east side of Changpingpo. If the flood from the west overflows Changpingpo, it will flood the ten-mile long pavilion.

If that is the case, no one in Dongdu will be spared.

The catastrophe was imminent, he was ordered in danger, and had to brave the rain and lead his men to guard the last barrier of Changpingpo. The men who were willing to follow him really threw their lives, carrying earth and rocks from the mountain one after another, and then piled them up to Changpingpo. On the Pingpo, a high barrier was built.

The guys are busy with wet clothes, how can he hold an umbrella to shelter from the rain alone?No matter how his parents persuaded him, he insisted on commanding in the rain, and his determination to share joys and sorrows with the guys was really terrible. After the catastrophe, the Ji family's position in the Eastern Capital was stable from now on!

This is not the time to care about personal gains and losses. Master Jin and Master Qiao also put down their personalities and devoted themselves to the front line. Such actions gradually affected the people in the whole city. The dikes, who were a little lazy, were forced to go to the front line by their parents, wives and children, so they became a rope.

After three days and three nights of sleepless nights, Ji Xuanzhen's dark circles turned purple, and half of his legs were soaked in water, which was already swollen uncomfortably. The high wall is still no match for the speed of the flood.

The wall is one foot high, and the water is one foot high. Seeing that the flood is about to pour down, many men crowded on the Changping Dam and built a flesh and blood barrier with their men's bodies.

Perhaps it was their determination to see death as home that moved the heavens. After a gust of wind and lightning, after the rain was violent and the clouds were chaotic, the rain gradually became smaller.

The raindrops hitting the face were obviously not as violent as the previous few days, and the speed of flooding gradually slowed down. What's more rare, the clouds in the sky cut Phnom Penh and the sun came out.

"Hey, the sun is out!"

Although the top of their heads was still pressed by clouds, everyone was still ecstatic when they saw the hope ahead.

Ji Xuanzhen tried to raise his trembling eyelids and looked towards the sky. The moment he saw the golden light scattered, he grinned his pale lips and smiled, but fell to the ground after smiling.

In fact, he has long been exhausted, but he can't fall down. If he falls, these people will lose their backbone, and there is no guarantee that they will not fall short.

Just as he fell, he heard some people talking in the crowd, but he couldn't hear any more.

"Look, there are... two suns in the sky!"

"Look, look, look, two suns, really two suns."

"How could there be two suns? It's a natural phenomenon, so I'm afraid there will be accidents."

"It's really unfounded to worry about. It has been raining for so long, and two suns are not allowed to come out?"

We all know that there cannot be two suns.

The sun they talked about, one is far away in the sky, when it is setting in the west, and the other is near the Longshou Peak, but it is just rising.

The sun on Longshou Peak shines on people's profile faces, which are covered with a layer of gold, and the nose and eyes can't be seen. This light is different from ordinary sunlight.

The reason why Longshou Peak is called Longshou Peak is because it is shaped like a dragon's head. Now the entire Dragon Capital is dyed golden, surrounded by clouds and mist, and is unpredictable. It looks like a dragon that has been sleeping for thousands of years has awakened and is about to take off.

The wind blowing from Longshou Peak is full of warmth. People stared at it without blinking. Someone said: "Mengjue Temple, there is also Mengjue Temple on Longshou Peak." .” If he hadn’t reminded, everyone might have forgotten.

That gloomy temple has been silent for thousands of years, but now it has won a golden light.

Lord Yawang committed himself to the cave, but he couldn't escape the golden light. Seeing that the white paper in front of him was covered with gold, he was ecstatic, and knelt down on his knees in the direction of Mengjue Temple, with his forehead tightly pressed against the golden light. On the ground, despite the tears of excitement flowing back into the eye sockets, hoarse:

"Congratulations to Venerable Yuejing, your merits and virtues are complete, and you are among the Buddhas!"

In fact, this day should have come long ago, but it was thousands of years late.

The people of Dongdu looked at Longshou Peak like a pilgrimage, and the mountains fell into silence, except for the occasional breeze that rolled the thatch on the eaves and made a rustling sound.

There was an old woman, the one who always liked to stay under the front eaves to bask in the sun, and she smiled plainly against the golden light. Suddenly, she knelt tremblingly, clasped her hands in front of her chest, nodded and said: "Bodhisattva bless you."

After seeing it, everyone knelt down one after another. From the beginning to the end of the ten-mile-long pavilion on Hancui Peak, more than a thousand families bowed their heads and knelt down: "Bodhisattva bless you."

There is a living Buddha hidden in the ghost temple that is constantly rumored. In this world, there are too many people with eyes but no eyes.

As the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, the flood gradually receded, and the people of the Eastern Capital ushered in a carnival feast at the Ten Mile Chang Pavilion. Naturally, Ji Boqian was the headliner, and the Zhu family and the Duan family were still on the left and right.

But when they were singing and dancing to celebrate, someone came to Ji Boqian and said something in Ji Boqian's ear. Old Weng's face suddenly changed, he hurriedly put down his wine glass, apologized to the left and right, and hurried back to the tent.

Mrs. Ji is dead.

The four sons refused to go to the banquet due to fatigue, but they never thought that they would receive such bad news not long after they closed their eyes, and they all rushed to their mother's tent regardless of their legs and feet that were about to fall apart.

The father was already standing by the bed with tears in his eyes: "Why are you doing this?"

Ji Xuanzhen stepped forward to check, and found that the red rash on her mother's body had spread to her neck: "Why is this happening? Mom, don't you take medicine every day, why is it still like this?"

Madam Ji was furious, and the smile on her face was extremely pale: "Fourth, I always speak in such a hurry. I have no intention of surviving, so why bother to waste the decoction? I let them give away the decoction every day." Those who are about to die, I hope that the merits I have saved for my mother can bless you, bless Yu'er."

The four of them knelt by the bed and burst into tears, regretting that they didn't try their best to stay by their mother's side and watch her eat the soup and medicine well.

The fire in the tent gradually died down, and she took Ji Xuanzhen's hand: "You know, what mother is most worried about is you. You like to offend people when you talk, act impulsively, and don't care about the consequences. Mother is worried that no girl will like you." you."

He wiped away his tears, choked up and said: "Mother, you said this because you have never seen me hugging from left to right. Your son is so beautiful."

"Talk back." This curse was weak, "Stop messing with those prostitutes. When can you find me a decent daughter-in-law, I can smile at Jiuquan. Looking at it these days, I think the saint is pretty good. You If you have affection for her, she may also have intentions for you."

"Now that you've figured it out, why don't you wait a little longer? I originally planned to go to Zhu's family to propose marriage after the flood receded. The betrothal gift is all ready, just to make you happy, but it's good for you to be so careless Own."

There were cloudy tears in the corners of Mrs. Ji's eyes, and she smiled and said, "I'm afraid I can't wait for that day, Holy Aunt is a good girl, treat her well."

Ji Xuanzhen was sobbing, those unspoken words were pulling at his throat like a knife.

After explaining to the fourth child, she took the hand of the second child again: "You are withdrawn by nature and don't like to talk. You are the most annoying of the four brothers."

Ji Dingqiao's frosty face suddenly cleared up, and he smiled with tears in his eyes: "Mother, people always protect their son and talk, you are good, you are not picking on me."

"Mother is the one who understands your heart and mind best. She knows that you are interested in the fourth girl of the Duan family, but that girl is not suitable for you. You should find someone with a gentler personality, gentle and kind, so that it will last forever."

He wanted to say something, but finally changed his words: "Mother, I will definitely find a gentle and kind girl."

Mrs. Ji just smiled, and caressed his cheek with a withered hand: "I have been working hard on the affairs of the Ji family all these years, and I have wronged you, but your father is old, and I am afraid that you will have to worry about more things in the future, and you will not be able to carry it on." When it was time, I went to the grave and said to Wei Niang, don't hold back."

The last three words made him cry and bury his face in his mother's palm, and he couldn't stop it.

Ji Yuanjin and Ji Yunzhuo are the two most reassuring of the old lady. They know how to advance and retreat, know how to measure, and never make people worry about it, so they only told Mr. Weng: "Take good care of them, don't delay the two children."

Weng Lao's sigh was drowned in the weeping of the curtain, so insignificant.

When the husband and wife arrived at this time, everything was good and nothing was good.

Weng Lai wanted to blame her, but he swallowed the words again. He suppressed the embarrassment of tears, and said in a gentle tone: "Don't go too fast, wait for me on Huangquan Road, I will accompany you go."

Mrs. Ji wanted to respond, but she was powerless. She closed her eyes with a smile, and her palm slipped from Ji Dingqiao's. At this time, Jin Guang walked into the tent, kissing the old man like a silent requiem. brow.

Death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves, probably so.

There were laughter and laughter outside the tent, and there was sadness inside the tent, as if Yin and Yang were separated from each other.

Madam Ji was not the only one who died in this catastrophe. Those who were washed down the mountain by the flood, those who were killed by the epidemic, and those who were starved to death all became lonely ghosts, wandering in the mountains looking for shelter. Place.

But the glaring golden light on Longshou Peak dispelled the bloody wind all over the mountains and plains, but it could not dispel the remaining grief of the survivors. After the celebration, there was another crusade.

When the rain stopped and the wind stopped, everyone attributed their credit to the Living Buddha of Mengjue Temple, thinking that they could survive the catastrophe, and they all looked up to the dragon's head to shine on the low light.

Never thought it was just a coincidence.

The reason why the rain stopped was because Yue Weiyang cut down the rain-moving flag of Frozen God, and the reason why the water receded was because Yue Weiyang beheaded Frozen God... the head of Xiangshang!

The blood stained the setting sun, and her scarlet long sword was still stained with peach blossoms. The cold wind blew past, and the peach blossoms turned black.

With trembling hands, she lifted the dragon's head of the Frozen End God and walked back.

She was used to killing, but it was the first time to kill a god.

He said he was coming to talk, but he brought up the long sword. He didn't intend to have a good talk at all, but because Bingyi God is rigid, if he knew how to adapt, he wouldn't have rained for months. Hands up and down, follow the original plan.

Frozen End God didn't believe it until she died, she, a mere scribe, had such courage.

When she returned to Longshou Peak with the dragon head in her hand, she could barely open her eyes. Thousands of golden lights passed by, and the golden body of Venerable Yuejing was hanging above the Fuyun Pagoda of Mengjue Temple. Clean, clean enough to be independent from the world, clean enough not to attract dust.

The timing was determined by her, and she would never let the tragedy of a thousand years ago repeat itself, and would not delay Master's cultivation because of the sin of slaying Frozen God.

At this moment, she was crying with joy, but the tears could not wash away the blood stains all over her body. She just came back from the Shura field, so she might not tarnish the sanctity of this place?

Unable to stop her from thinking, Ji Luoyu stood in front of her with tears in the corners of her eyes, but it was not because of excitement.

Those angry eyes were full of grief and indignation.

Unknown why, Yue Weiyang was still sharing the ecstasy with her: "Did you see it? I finally waited until the golden light shines on Longshou Peak..."

Ji Luoyu didn't respond, but threw something at her with tears in her eyes, interrupted her words, and hit her on the face, neither light nor heavy.

She was dazed, the faucet in her hand rolled down, she also stuck the sword at her feet, and picked up that thing, it was the life policy, which recorded the life and death policy of the people in Dongdu.

"Where did you find it?" Feeling cold, although she knew that this day would come, she didn't want it to come so soon.

Ji Luo pre-bited her lips, trying her best to suppress her rage, but she couldn't hide the despair from her heart:

"You've been lying to me since the beginning, haven't you?"