Chapter 7 Qingchan Temple

Second update, ask for red tickets, collect

Time goes by, cleaning up the old traces, leaving only a little plainness and sadness. Year after year, spring returns, year after year, summer is hot and green, year after year after year, flowers and leaves fall, year after year after year, winter is frozen, ten years of time, with endless sighs and watches.

In Yundu City, the famous capital of the Central Plains, there is a temple. The temple is large and covers an area of more than 1,000 mu. The mountains and rivers in the temple are beautiful, and the scenery is pleasant. From time, the sound of monks chanting scriptures come from time to time. Countless good men and women stay here. In front of the solemn Buddha statue, they burn a column of fragrance and pray devoutly. Pray. This temple is called Qingchan Temple, which is a Buddhist holy place in the Central Plains!

This day, the sun is bright, the sky is clear, the wind is gentle, and the blue sky is cloudless. It is really a rare good weather. Qingchan Temple welcomed several special guests. This pedestrian, an old and four young man, led by an old man in a gray robe, followed by four young people, two men and two women, men's chic and elegant, and women's charming women. The five people showed their noble temperament with their hands and feet. At a glance, they were from a generous family.

One of the beautiful teenagers, about 20 years old, dressed in white and holding a folding fan in his hand, looked like a romantic prince. He folded the fan and danced a beautiful ink scenery in the fan, which attracted the hearts of countless girls around him.

Seeing the sour image of the teenager in white with a literati's face, he looked up at the clear sky and gently chanted, "In spring, he came to the mountain and walked to the capital, happily as a fairy. Like-god-fairy, hahaha"

The four people around him listened to his unparalleled poems and laughed wildly, and the neighboring girl's admiration for this person also disappeared. The leading elder laughed dryly and said, "Zhang Ziguang, Zhang Ziguang, I didn't expect that your master's ice could cover out such a hot apprentice!"

The young man in white was Zhang Ziguang. He smiled faintly and then said solemnly, "I want to burn my inner piety. In the depths of Buddhism, in front of the Buddha statue, I smiled proudly at the flowers and monopolize the flowers." Hahaha" This time, the whole street was immersed in a sea of laughter. Only a few passing monks stared at Zhang Ziguang coldly and then left angrily.

With laughter, the group came to the gate of Qingchan Temple, but strangely, when outsiders came to Qingchan Temple for the first time, they were always felt by the grand momentum of the ancient temple and couldn't help admiring it. The pedestrian seemed to be used to this scene and turned a blind eye to it. They didn't look at it at all and went straight to the temple. Go.

In the distance, a kind-looking old monk sighed softly, "It's worthy of the swordsmanship. What a great style!"

The group walked through the deep corridor and walked towards a Zen room in the depths of the temple. Before long, they stopped at the door of the Zen room. The old man in gray robe gave four young people a winking at them to be quiet. Then they straightened their clothes and said respectfully, "Brother Zhikong, Jianfeng sent Yang Ruihao to lead his disciple Zhang Ziguang. , Wu Zhilong, Liu Yuhong and Zheng Xiaomei came to visit.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's name came, and a kind voice said, "It turned out that Qing Xiu, a disciple of the Jianfeng School, came, and the small temple was glorious!"

Yang Ruihao smiled and said, "What did Brother Zhikong say? These four disciples are very bad. I hope you will take more care of them when they are practicing." After saying that, he handed a wine to the four people, and the four immediately bowed and said, "I hope Master Zhikong will take good care of you!"

Zhang Ziguang bowed half a beat slower than the other three people. Obviously, he wandered too empty when Yang Ruihao was talking to Zhikong.

Zhang Ziguang and Wu Zhilong were led into a dormitory by a monk, while the two female disciples entered another dormitory. Liu Yuhong and Zheng Mei's two female disciples were about to rest when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door. They hurriedly opened the door and opened it. Zhang Ziguang stood respectfully in front of the door with his hands folded, with a solemn expression and the posture of Buddhist believers, but they said vaguely: "My hair, I don't know if the two female begushi can enjoy their faces tonight. , under the moon before the flowers, listening to the wind and the moon, how about spending a good night together?

The two female disciples couldn't laugh or cry. Zheng Xiaomei taught a lesson, "This is a holy place of Buddhism. How can it be so nonsense?" Liu Yuhong, who was beside him, laughed and scolded, "Bad guy!"

Zhang Ziguang smiled and said, "Since there is no fate with the two female benefactors, then the poor monk will go! My hair..."

After Zhang Ziguang left, the two female disciples laughed together, and the silver bell-like laughter shocked several monks who were chanting sutras nearby and frowned.

The Jianfeng School sends young and successful disciples to Qingchan Temple every year to clear up their thoughts and go further on the road of cultivation in the future. Among the four people who came this time, except for Zhang Ziguang, the youngest, who is the first to enter the air-level realm, the other three are the peaks of the prefecture-level realm. They are all teenagers. If they can reach such a level, they have to sigh that they are talented!

At night, in a quiet night, a crescent moon hangs in the middle of the sky, and the moonlight is gently sprinkled down, and the candlelight is suddenly bright and dark, swaying. In the hall of Qingchan Temple, several monks formed a circle, put their hands together, closed their eyes slightly, and meditated devoutly. The leader is an old monk, who is the younger brother of Master Zhikong, known as Zhiyu. A treasure box in the middle of him shines, which is the treasure of the Qingchan Temple, one of the ten ancient artifacts: the universe bag.

Suddenly, Zhiyu's slightly closed eyes opened, shining with an alert light and a creak. A gust of night wind blew open the door of the hall. Outside the house, a man in black stood at the top of the opposite temple, with long black hair dancing in the wind.

Master Zhiyu knew that the visitor was not good and asked, "Amitabha, the benefactor came to visit late at night. I don't know what it is?"

"I'm here for the universe!" The man in black said coldly, with an extra long sword in his hand, but the sword was shrouded in thick fog and could not be seen clearly.

Master Zhiyu felt awe-in murderous atmosphere, took a breath and said, "Master of the heavenly realm! If you want the universe bag to benefit all sentient beings, the poor monk can borrow it, but if you want to disturb the world, the poor monk will not send the universe bag out!" After saying that, he gave a few instructions to the monks behind him and walked out of the hall. Several people behind him surrounded him more tightly.

The man in black said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, the bald donkey will take his life!"

A magnificent sword spirit roared out, and the rubble of several nearby monks fell over and was almost overturned. After the sword spirit, the temple was in a mess.

"What a big momentum!" Master Zhiyu exclaimed, "Aren't you afraid to attract the masters of my temple and surround you?"

The man in black smiled and did not answer, and another sword spirit rose to the sky. This time, the power was even more powerful, which collapsed several monk houses. For a moment, the gravel was filled with smoke and soil all over the sky. After a burst of roar, the originally dark Qingchan Temple was suddenly brightly lit, and countless monks came quickly with oil lamps. The whole Qingchan Temple was in a mess.

Master Zhikong covered his injured chest and shouted badly. He rushed to the hall where the universe bag was stored. Several disciples left in the hall were killed on the spot, and the box with the universe bag had already disappeared.

Master Zhiyu attacked his heart with anger. He only felt that the blood in his body surged, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. His eyes were black and he fainted.