Chapter 1 Buddha's Light Translucent

At night, the moonlight is cold and bright, sprinkled down like silver frost, shining the whole world with brilliance and holiness.

It is already very quiet in the suburbs of a city late at night. Only a three-story building-style orphanage near the highway still has sporadic lights. Obviously, no one has fallen asleep.

A snow-like moonlight shone through the half-covered curtains of the orphanage, reflecting on the old rose pattern floor tiles and on a child's face.

This is a five- or six-year-old boy with a very elegant appearance, with long eyelashes blinking slightly and still sleeping.

There is a huge white chalk portrait on the floor, which is very clumsy, but it can be seen that it is a gentle woman. The little boy's thin body is wearing a white pajamas, curled up on the floor tiles, and the position where his body is curled up is the chalk painter. In the arms of the son.

"Gulu..."

At this moment, his stomach screamed, as if complaining that his little master always made himself hungry, and the little boy's eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled, but he was still in a dream and did not wake up.

buzz.....

At this moment, a fist-sized crystal ball suddenly flashed in the little boy's body, emitting a warm white golden light and slowly penetrated into his body. The little boy's slightly wrinkled eyebrows stretched again, showing a sweet smile, shaking his body slightly, and then He fell into a deep sleep.

After doing this, the strange crystal ball of light trembled again and disappeared into the little boy's body, as if it had never appeared.

With the disappearance of this crystal ball of light, scenes that he had dreamed of many times appeared again in the little boy's dream. A young monk with shabby robes and clear eyebrows stepped on a disillusioned dark blue stone barefoot and walked leisurely. He walked very slowly without any fireworks.

The young monk dressed like a beggar monk begging along the street in the secular world, but his eyes flashed with kindness and his face was smiling, without any majesty, only kindness. It seems to be the embodiment of love, courage, confidence, joy and all other beautiful things.

Although wearing a tattered saber, this young monk gives people a lotus-like feeling, independent of the dirty world, like a real wise man walking in the world.

At its feet, the black and blue stone is also extraordinary. Although it is only a virtual shadow, it seems to be a sacred object from the ancient wilderness, shining with many illusory images. It seems that the past, present life and afterlife of all the creatures in the heavens and the world are all in it.

A quiet smile appeared on his face, and the young monk made a melodious Zen song, echoing in the void. "The resentment of all living beings in the world, and I am free from the world. Cut off the three good and evil thoughts, and the red lotus industry will not touch the fire. Born to know heaven and earth, another disaster..."

rumbling.....

At this moment, a huge thunderstorm suddenly sounded, and then a cold wind blew in from the half-closed window. I don't know when it began to rain.

Obviously, he was shocked by the thunder. The little boy's body trembled subconsciously, and then a pair of pure eyes opened, looking at the sudden rain outside the window in panic.

The thunder continued to roar, and the rainstorm covered the world. The whole world was full of heavy rain. The little boy hurriedly closed the window. Through the blue glass, there was a trace of gloomy and sadness on his face, as if he had something on his mind.

In the sky, thousands of thunders are winding like dragons and snakes, making a shocking sound, circling between heaven and earth. However, in this vast rainy night, a golden light suddenly bursts. The speed is so fast and shocking.

"Wo!"

Like a confused golden phantom, this golden light suddenly appeared in front of the three-story building where the little boy was located, showing the form of an old monk. The old monk was surrounded by a golden Buddha light, and the bean-sized raindrops could not invade his body at all. He was dressed in a yellow cass, holding a string of wooden rotten rosary beads in his hand, and two white long-lived eyebrows drooped, and his eyes were full of joy at this moment.

"Buddha's light is transparent! Hahaha.... I didn't expect that there would be such a good seedling of Buddha cultivation on this lustful planet! It is said that a genius who can reach the top of Buddha's light is rare in the emperor's star for thousands of years. Even in the legendary flood and famine continent, I'm afraid there are not many such beautiful jade talents, right? All kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind. The old monk took a step and came to the little boy's room like a teleportation.

"Ah! You are..."

An old monk suddenly appeared in the room out of thin air. The little boy subconsciously shouted, and his childish voice echoed, but it was not transmitted at all.

Obviously, it was known that this would be the result. The kind-looking old monk looked at the little boy with a faint smile, and his old voice revealed a charm that saw through the world. "Little donor, don't be afraid, I'm a fairy. What's your name?"

"What? Grandpa, are you a fairy? It's so weird. Why are you different from the immortals painted on the picture? Well, my name is Xiao Ke. Feeling that the old monk had no malice at all, the little boy quickly calmed down.

Looking at Xiao Ke's pure eyes, the old monk Gujing's heart couldn't help but rippled again, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

"Hahaha.... Red heart! What a pure breath. This little guy seems to reveal infinite aura all over his body. On such a planet with a lack of spiritual power, there will be such a once-in-a-lifetime seedling. It seems that my disciples of my mantle have fallen. Thinking like this in his heart, the old monk showed his most peaceful smile on his face.

After slightly pondering, the old monk put his hands together and announced the Buddha's name with a smile, "This little benefactor, I see that you are extraordinary in nature and amazing. I don't know if you are willing to enter my Buddhism, understand the true meaning of Buddhism, achieve the supreme Buddha's throne, and be as free as a fairy?"

As he talked about the power of Buddha in his body, a golden lotus appeared from his body, circled several times, transforming into infinite Buddha light, and bursts of Buddhist Zen singing faintly came out of his body, like a dusk drum morning bell, Tianlong Zen singing, full of appearance.

Sure enough, the old monk's deliberate show-out played a huge role, and Xiao Ke's eyes showed shock and envy, which was obviously quite moved. However, he still seemed to have a trace of hesitation and difficulty in making up his mind. Finally, he summoned up the courage to say, "Isn't this grandpa going to starve and be bullied by children if he becomes an immortal?"

Longing appeared in his pure eyes. Xiao Ke's pitiful words made the old monk feel sad. He glanced at the chalk painting woman on the ground and said extremely kindly, "Son, go with Lao Na. You will never be bullied again, and If you practice Buddhism seriously, you can see your parents in the future. Even if they die, it is not impossible to resurrect them.

"What? Grandpa, you said... I... If I practice as an immortal with you, can I see my parents? Xiaoke has been an orphan since he was a child. Grandpa said that it was picked up by a kind-hearted person by the garbage bin on the roadside..." As if he had been hit by a thunder in his heart, Xiao Ke's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his little face turned red. He couldn't believe his ears, and then muttered.

With a faint smile, the old monk nodded affirmatively, and then stretched out a thin palm and said gently, "Little guy, go with the old man to understand the true meaning of Buddhism. I, Buddha, can fulfill all your wishes for you..."

When the old monk said this, the magic stick was full, but in Xiao Ke's eyes, this image became the deepest picture in his heart.

"Hmm! Grandpa, Xiaoke is willing to be an immortal with you!" After receiving such a positive answer from the other party, Xiao Ke's childish tone was more firm than ever.

"Good, good... Let's go!" The old monk's eyes were full of smiles, and his thin palms grabbed Xiao Ke's hand, and suddenly a warm Buddha light wrapped around his body.

"Wo!"

The figure is like a mysterious golden phantom, and the figures of the old monk and Xiao Ke have disappeared.

The thunder was still, but two halos appeared strangely in the empty room, shaking slightly, that is, stopping and showing two figures.

One of them is a ferocious middle-aged man, wearing a wide magic robe. On top of the magic robe, he is embroidered with strange evil spirits, demon gods, as well as 18 layers of hell such as knife mountain hell, nose hell, tongue-pulling hell, etc. He has a kind of domineering magic atmosphere that all heaven and earth are dominated by me.

As for the other person, he is an empty-handed young man with a high figure. His eyebrows are raised, showing loneliness and coldness, especially the momentum on his body, like a sharp sword piercing the blue sky, with a fierce spirit.

"Butcher Sanmo, we have been waiting for our only son for six years, and now we have fulfilled our promise. It's time for me to go back to my Datong Tianjianlu to have a look. Unfortunately, at the cost of his life, the divine operator used the universe coins to divine a wall, uncovered a trace of fog of fate, and asked the two of us to wait for six years, and the little benefactor had his own fate. Hey, if such an excellent seedling follows me to practice the Datong Sword, his future achievements will definitely be against the sky and take advantage of that little bald donkey!" The tall young man's face was gloomy and seemed to be very dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man in a magic robe sneered gently in his disdainful nostrils, and then said, "Gu Daopu, although your swordsmanship skills are many times higher than the little bald donkey, how can you compare with my great magic skills? Unfortunately, the little benefactor is born to be a once-in-a-lifetime cultivation talent. If it is taught to me, there may be a chance to avenge the benefactor in the future, and it is not known by the hypocritical Buddhist bald donkey.

It seems that the revenge of the three demons reminded Gu Daopu of something. He looked a little gloomy and said infinitely sadly, "Oh! Thinking about how amazing and talented the benefactor was in those years, he created a great reputation in that flood and famine continent. What a pity! If we hadn't known that we couldn't make the little benefactor have the strength to revenge at all, how could we place our hopes on the divine calculation of the universe? Although the Qingli Fairy is not dead, hey..."

"Okay, we have tried our best to go back to Youlongtan..."

"See you later!"

"See you later!"

The two strange figures appeared for a while, and they left with each other's fists, leaving only empty doors and windows, trembling in the wind and rain, as if they were talking about something...