Tiantan six

"Ding the shore!"

Feng Lang heard the old master calling the little monk's Dharma name in front of him.

The little monk's sluggish brain finally came to his senses, and he got up and ran.

I have long heard that the world is in chaos now, and there must be evildoers. Could it be that the disappearing man I bumped into just now is an evildoer?He was too scared to think about it, so he ran over in a hurry.

When he ran to disappear, Feng Lang reappeared in the same place, with snow-white skin, amazing appearance, gold and jade as the crown, and a slender body with the arrogance of looking at the world, just like the embroidered head on his clothes. golden dragon.

Most of the good-looking men in the world look like women, who are indistinguishable from male and female, and are alluring with their beauty.

And the immortals like to see that they are majestic, elegant and proud, with immortal bones, as delicate as bamboo, standing between heaven and earth, with the majestic spirit of a man, he is a real gentleman, a real man!

The shoulders can resist the mission, and the hands can support the sun and the moon.

It is definitely not a beautiful man who serves others with a non-male and non-female appearance in the world.

Ding'an recited the mantra of passing away with his master and brothers to save those innocent people who died.

Less than halfway through the recitation, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. Ding'an raised his head to look at the sky, and the rain just dripped into his eyes. He quickly wiped it with his sleeves, but seeing that the masters and brothers were unmoved, he had to put down his hands and Put the palms together and continue to chant scriptures in the rain.

The majestic torrential rain continued to wash away the broken limbs on the ground, layer after layer of the ground washed down, and blood flowed.

After reading, their shoes were all stained with blood, and they all returned the same way.

When Ding'an was walking, he vaguely saw the man again, standing in the same place, with no rain on his body, and tears seemed to be in his eyes. He looked at the man, and the man happened to see him again.

Ding'an has never seen such a good-looking man. He has both a dusty appearance and a king's temperament.

He grabbed his brother's sleeve and said anxiously: "Senior brother, look, is there someone there?"

"Where is anyone? It's raining so much, let's go!"

The senior brother looked along his hand, but saw nothing, felt that the rain was getting heavier, and the mountain road was slippery and difficult to walk, so he picked up Ding'an's small body and ran away in a hurry.

Ding'an tilted his head to look over, and in the jerky gaze, he clearly saw that he was still a very good-looking, indescribable man, standing there with a hurt look on his face.

There are tears in the sky and rain in the world.

The fate of the two suddenly started here, probably neither Fenglang nor Ding'an knew what kind of ending this dreamy acquaintance would bring.

Now there is only this small temple in the mountain, which is rare and quiet, avoiding the troubles of the world.

After this incident, Ding'an wondered, is that man a demon or a fairy?

Sweeping and stopping while sweeping the ground, the master reprimanded: "Ding'an! Work is also a practice. You are so careless, can you practice well?"

He hastily put his palms together, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, master! I know I was wrong."

Just as he finished speaking, he just heard a sneer. He followed the sound and saw a familiar man standing on a dead tree branch outside the temple.

It's him!

Ding'an pointed to the branch and asked the master in surprise, "Look! Master! Is there a person standing there?"

The master squinted his eyes and saw only birds flying on the bare branches, but he didn't see anyone: "Ding'an! You are more and more playful at a young age, and even the master dares to tease you! How can anyone! I punish you for sweeping the yard for the master. , and went to the mountain to pick a basket of wild vegetables and came back.”

"Ah? But Master..."

"Nothing, hurry to work!"

The master stroked his white beard angrily, glared at Ding'an, and left.

Ding'an turned back to look at the man on the branch, he had already disappeared without a trace.

"Could it be... Am I really blind? Or is he a monster? Hey! Never mind, I still have to finish my work and pick wild vegetables!"

After Ding'an finished sweeping carefully, he went to the kitchen to find a basket and a small sickle, and went to the mountains to find wild vegetables.

Now that there are natural disasters and human grievances, and birds and beasts are starting to eat people, this basket of wild vegetables is not easy to find.

Ding'an rolled up his sleeves helplessly and searched deeper.

The bark of the old trees had been eaten away, and the mountain was bare. Because it had just rained, some grass had sprouted on the ground anyway.

"It just rained yesterday, there may be mushrooms on the mountain, try your luck!"

Ding'anzai searched carefully and saw some wild vegetables sprouting on the ground. He squatted down and fiddled with the fresh green shoots of wild vegetables, and sighed: "It's so small, let you grow it for a few more days!"

All of a sudden, he went deeper and saw dozens of pine mushrooms emerging from under a pine tree. He ran over happily, pulled them out, and threw them into the basket.

When pinching the mushrooms, he pulled up a dead grass. The root of the grass was connected to the ground. Because the soil was soft and sparse, it was just covered with dead leaves.

Ding'an picked up the mushrooms and threw them into the basket, dropped the grass, and broke out in a cold sweat when he looked down.

A white human skull!

The most terrifying part of the skull is the pair of eye sockets without eyeballs, which are large and empty, and the white teeth underneath are really scary!

Ding'an sat slumped on the ground, and when he stepped back, he found a shadow moving behind him.

Looking back, it was that man again!

This man is elusive, plus he is so good-looking, he is probably a goblin!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, Ding'an hurriedly got up and ran away in a hurry.

"Tsk tsk tsk, a single bone can scare you like this, how cowardly!"

Ding'an hid behind the tree, faltering and saying: "Amitabha, Amitabha... the skull is not scary, it is you! Why can I see you? But others can't?"

Feng Lang couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling: "Heh! It's your honor to see me."

"Then are you a demon or a fairy?" Ding'an said quietly looking back.

"What's the difference between a fairy and a demon? But they are all a group of persistent guys, and I'm probably not a fairy or a demon anymore."

"Ah! Then will you eat me?" Ding'an was so frightened that he was sweating coldly, clinging to the pine tree, he remained motionless for a moment.

Feng Lang couldn't help laughing and said: "No, I just think you are very interesting, come here to give some advice, what do you do with such a hypocritical Buddha?"

"Oh..." Ding'an finally relaxed, and said casually, "Cultivating Buddhism is to save all living beings, how hypocritical?"

"Oh! I'm afraid that people in this world will find it difficult to distinguish the difference between immortals, Buddhas and gods? Let's all rush to reincarnate!"

Ding'an looked at the man behind the pine tree, behind him was the gray sky, dead silent and monotonous, only this man, with a white jade and gold crown, a silver and white gown, embroidered with golden dragons, was not obtrusive, but bright and luxurious, graceful, with a demeanor between his eyebrows and eyes invincible.

The green grass just now was the only vivid color in this land, but he was a dazzling star in the sky and the earth.

Observing at close range, Ding'an looked at his white jade-like skin and couldn't help being amazed. Then he looked at his thin body and yellow skin, and admired this man even more in his heart.

Feng Lang's face was stained with sadness, and he said: "What I hate the most are the cold-blooded and selfish people in the world. They should all die, and they will never be reincarnated! They have attracted countless immortals and gods of war. They really deserve to die!"

"Why is the soul flying away? What does this mean?" Ding'an frowned and asked with little understanding.

Feng Lang sighed softly: "You are still young, how can you understand." It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ding'an stood there blankly, and Feng Lang's cold voice came from his ear again: "Go 200 meters to the east, there are wild vegetables and ganoderma lucidum. There are mushrooms under the pine trees 50 meters further, go."

After Ding'an heard this, he ran over and found a small field of wild vegetables, half a basket after picking. Under the rotten tree was a purple Ganoderma lucidum. The largest one was as big as two palms. Ganoderma lucidum.Another 50 meters, is a field of pine mushrooms, just picked a full basket.

When Ding'an returned to the temple, he was praised by the cooking brother.

In this day and age, wild vegetables are hard to dig, and mushrooms are hard to find, not to mention the precious and rare purple Ganoderma lucidum.

Ding'an handed the biggest purple ganoderma to the master, who took it over and said, "Such a big ganoderma is extremely rare, it seems that I can only pick it due to the blessings of the little apprentice and the blessing of the Buddha."

Ding'an lowered his head and murmured: "Where is the Buddha, he is clearly a devil."

The old master didn't hear clearly and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Ding'an scratched his head and said with a smirk, "I thank the Buddha for his protection!"

"Yeah, good! Good apprentice!"

The master stroked Ding'an's bald head with his hand, and said happily: "In troubled times, common people are disabled and difficult to heal. With this, I can dispense medicine for my master to save people."

Ding'an was young and had little knowledge, so he didn't know that such a precious and rare purple ganoderma was guarded by a big snake, and only the man knew why there was no big snake.

After this incident, with Fenglang's guidance, Ding'an can often gather wild vegetables and medicinal materials when going up the mountain.

In this last age where there is chaos, no rice harvest, and people eat each other, more than a dozen monks in this small temple in the mountain can barely fill their stomachs.

"Namo Amitabha, the Buddha said: There are many people going up and down in the three thousand worlds. These worlds are neither virtual nor real. I wait for the physical body created by cause and effect to come to this realm and suffer the pain of life, old age, sickness, death, love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance. When you let go, you should not be attached, and go to the Western Paradise together..."

When Ding'an knelt down in front of the Buddha statue with all his disciples and recited scriptures earnestly, his head was suddenly bounced off. He didn't dare to disturb the crowd. He held back his voice and looked up to see the handsome man standing behind him. , without expression, with a mocking look in his eyes, as if he was laughing at him, or at something else, before he could understand the meaning clearly, the man had disappeared.

He had no choice but to lower his head and follow the crowd to continue chanting.

After the morning reading, he picked up the broom to sweep the dust and dust on the stone steps in front of the temple. Because of the resentment of the last days and the appearance of demons, the sky was dark every day, and it was difficult to see the sun during the day, so the daytime was dark and gloomy.

"Little monk, how long has it been since you saw the sun?" Feng Lang leaned against the stone lion and looked east.